I didn't mean to make you cry. [he offers, sheepish as he speaks. it is an apology, though knowing clara he feels she will not need it.
she is too kind, too good.
xichen cannot fathom a way to explain that all the blood he has spoken of, that of innocents, it is on his hands too. perhaps the cultures of their worlds are too different to make that clear, but he does not push now.
for now he takes the reprieve, the gentle touch to his cheek. that is a kindness too, a connection that he has missed so dearly. he offers another sad smile.] Twenty years ago, I may have more readily accepted that. [sometimes, lan xichen forgets that he looks like he is in his mid-twenties at best.] But thank you. You are kind, Clara.
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she is too kind, too good.
xichen cannot fathom a way to explain that all the blood he has spoken of, that of innocents, it is on his hands too. perhaps the cultures of their worlds are too different to make that clear, but he does not push now.
for now he takes the reprieve, the gentle touch to his cheek. that is a kindness too, a connection that he has missed so dearly. he offers another sad smile.] Twenty years ago, I may have more readily accepted that. [sometimes, lan xichen forgets that he looks like he is in his mid-twenties at best.] But thank you. You are kind, Clara.