If his thoughts were racing before, Wei Wuxian cannot think at all now for the black cloud whirling in his head.
Abandoned to a resentful spirit. As if her parents had not done enough to their own child. If she already had the souls of two hundred dead inside her chest, why not one more, was that it? They left her to fend for herself against that, after she loosened its chains enough that it may not have obliterated her world but it certainly seems on the verge of obliterating her mind. All for the misplaced curiosity of a twelve-year-old who only wished to understand.
It is good, he thinks savagely, that they are already dead.
He doesn't say a word -- he can't -- but his hands have curled into shaking fists against the table.
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Abandoned to a resentful spirit. As if her parents had not done enough to their own child. If she already had the souls of two hundred dead inside her chest, why not one more, was that it? They left her to fend for herself against that, after she loosened its chains enough that it may not have obliterated her world but it certainly seems on the verge of obliterating her mind. All for the misplaced curiosity of a twelve-year-old who only wished to understand.
It is good, he thinks savagely, that they are already dead.
He doesn't say a word -- he can't -- but his hands have curled into shaking fists against the table.