[ gu yun's quiet, too, as the world returns to normal. it's not a bad memory, necessarily, but the nostalgia sticks, tugging at the end of his consciousness - especially after seeing childe's memory just minutes before. such a strange similarity, a strange coincidence.
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Chang Geng. [ his highness the fourth prince. ] My ward.
[It's a complicated thing to have seen. The boy isn't much younger than he was, when his life changed--Gu Yun too, he knows, was fighting even earlier than that. He feels no pity for this boy he doesn't know, especially when he'd had that sort of expression. The sort that made it clear he didn't need any. Respect, perhaps, but it's too strong a word for a child. But something skewing close to that. Acknowledgment, maybe, of a strength that needs only to be honed.
Still, that stirring of the heart... he can't say he wouldn't understand that.]
What is he like now? [There'd be a different expression on Gu Yun's face if the boy hadn't survived, surely.]
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Chang Geng. [ his highness the fourth prince. ] My ward.
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Still, that stirring of the heart... he can't say he wouldn't understand that.]
What is he like now? [There'd be a different expression on Gu Yun's face if the boy hadn't survived, surely.]