[His eyes are intent on Kirigan as he speaks, and his heart tightens with empathy and anger at his continued tale. It's all so familiar, even if Kirigan is doing this on purpose, it resonates with him. Hurts, deep and aching in a wound that hasn't really ever stopped bleeding.
He doubts that a man like Kirigan really expected better of other worlds, but it doesn't matter. Other worlds should be better. It should be surprising. (Wei Wuxian had long accepted that greed and fear are the nature of mankind and that so often goodness does not win out.)]
It's easier to hate you. Convenient. People love nothing more than to have a convenient target they can pin their hatred on. [And despite his vague answer to Kirigan's question about familiarity, it's clear he's speaking from experience.
At the sight of that black shadow, Wei Wuxian's brow rises. (Shadows, he knows. Has been told.) It looks like resentful energy, but it isn't. He can't feel its call. He motions to the faded shadow, raising his gaze to meet Kirigan's.]
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He doubts that a man like Kirigan really expected better of other worlds, but it doesn't matter. Other worlds should be better. It should be surprising. (Wei Wuxian had long accepted that greed and fear are the nature of mankind and that so often goodness does not win out.)]
It's easier to hate you. Convenient. People love nothing more than to have a convenient target they can pin their hatred on. [And despite his vague answer to Kirigan's question about familiarity, it's clear he's speaking from experience.
At the sight of that black shadow, Wei Wuxian's brow rises. (Shadows, he knows. Has been told.) It looks like resentful energy, but it isn't. He can't feel its call. He motions to the faded shadow, raising his gaze to meet Kirigan's.]
Your Grisha power?