[ Jin Ling doesn't know or appreciate the emotional turmoil his father is going through, but perhaps he'll pick up on it at some point later, when he's not overwhelmed.
and then he's reassured and it's strange. to consider this and apply it to "this is my father" because it's... unheard of? so maybe if he pushes all these weird confusing thoughts to the side, he can bring himself to speak. or maybe he just continues to hiccup, though more silent than before. he was excited for a night hunt, but then the transformation stalled him and now ... all of this. it's everything and more, it's what he always wanted, to meet his parents, or at least one of them.
but it actually happening is something he never ever thought would be possible in his lifetime, because people simply do not suddenly come back to life! Wen Ning he's been told was never actually dead. he's not entirely knowledgeable about fierce corpses anyway, the details still muddy and part of a piece of cultivation he's been raised to abhor and hate. (thank you, Jiujiu.)
either way, it's something happening now, and he'll just have to deal with it. preferably with less crying involved, if he could just stop his eyes from leaking.
he shifts a little to get to his feet again, carefully, somewhat unsteady with emotion, but doing his best to straighten and show that he definitely isn't a weak little runt. what if this is all an hallucination brought on by the pain of the transformation? it could be an elaborate ruse and he'd be none the wiser the moment they move somewhere else... but he has to know. he's not quite comforted, not yet, and he doesn't trust his dumb teenage voice to not crack again so he just swallows down another lump and nods, watching his feet. ]
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and then he's reassured and it's strange. to consider this and apply it to "this is my father" because it's... unheard of? so maybe if he pushes all these weird confusing thoughts to the side, he can bring himself to speak. or maybe he just continues to hiccup, though more silent than before. he was excited for a night hunt, but then the transformation stalled him and now ... all of this. it's everything and more, it's what he always wanted, to meet his parents, or at least one of them.
but it actually happening is something he never ever thought would be possible in his lifetime, because people simply do not suddenly come back to life! Wen Ning he's been told was never actually dead. he's not entirely knowledgeable about fierce corpses anyway, the details still muddy and part of a piece of cultivation he's been raised to abhor and hate. (thank you, Jiujiu.)
either way, it's something happening now, and he'll just have to deal with it. preferably with less crying involved, if he could just stop his eyes from leaking.
he shifts a little to get to his feet again, carefully, somewhat unsteady with emotion, but doing his best to straighten and show that he definitely isn't a weak little runt. what if this is all an hallucination brought on by the pain of the transformation? it could be an elaborate ruse and he'd be none the wiser the moment they move somewhere else... but he has to know. he's not quite comforted, not yet, and he doesn't trust his dumb teenage voice to not crack again so he just swallows down another lump and nods, watching his feet. ]
Mm.