[ ah... there it is. the expressions on their faces has him guilty for even saying anything. but of course, his father already knew and they'd find out sooner or later because of Suihua. but he'd do anything to keep the guilt from their minds for not being there. for dying. it's not their fault, it's...
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he knows exactly who to blame (or who he'd rather not blame, Xiaoshu is still important to him) for the mess he's somehow in the middle of. he hates all of these emotions because they're complicated and pulling him in too many directions at once.
he curls his fingers tight around Suihua and steps forward so he can reach, though he hesitates for a beat before he accepts his mother's hand. ]
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he knows exactly who to blame (or who he'd rather not blame, Xiaoshu is still important to him) for the mess he's somehow in the middle of. he hates all of these emotions because they're complicated and pulling him in too many directions at once.
he curls his fingers tight around Suihua and steps forward so he can reach, though he hesitates for a beat before he accepts his mother's hand. ]