[A part of his heavy heart can't help but wish to turn away. It was far more difficult to look upon one of his once closest friends, especially after everything he'd done. But he'd spent centuries doing just that... so at least for now Dan Feng doesn't move, gaze still on Jing Yuan... still on the one person who'd never seemed to give up on him, no matter how much he may have wished he would.
Without thought, his hands close at his sides... the only tension he really allows himself under the weight of guilt.]
So I've noticed... [His gaze does drag away this time, only barely shifting toward the lake.] Neither dream nor nightmare had such fresh air.
[... his voice had grown rather quiet by the time he finished speaking. It was simply the truth, never mind how difficult the topic of conversation. He'd long forgotten the smell of air that didn't also carry the scent of his own blood.]
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Without thought, his hands close at his sides... the only tension he really allows himself under the weight of guilt.]
So I've noticed... [His gaze does drag away this time, only barely shifting toward the lake.] Neither dream nor nightmare had such fresh air.
[... his voice had grown rather quiet by the time he finished speaking. It was simply the truth, never mind how difficult the topic of conversation. He'd long forgotten the smell of air that didn't also carry the scent of his own blood.]