[Wei Wuxian's eyes trace the glowing trails of whatever power Rand had just used, watching them as they slowly fade away. Not a channeler his ass. He snorts and shakes his head but his smile stays in place and his expression is amused more than anything. They all have their secrets after all, and it isn't hard for him to understand why someone might want to conceal their abilities. Maybe he's careful and private like Itachi, or maybe his power comes with the weight of history like Wei Wuxian. Whatever the case, he won't hold the lie against him.
And instead of commenting on it he only flashes Rand a knowing smile and then shakes his head.]
Sometimes, life is unbearable, filled with so much grief and sadness it's impossible to contain in one heart. And death is peaceful. Death means rest. [The morbidity and apparent hopelessness of the words are perhaps at odds with the image Wei Wuxian has presented to Rand thus far, and even now his smile doesn't flicker, though it softens into something tired.]
Still, I'm sorry about your death. I know peace isn't always a balm for a life cut far too short. [Though it is hardly himself he's thinking of.]
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And instead of commenting on it he only flashes Rand a knowing smile and then shakes his head.]
Sometimes, life is unbearable, filled with so much grief and sadness it's impossible to contain in one heart. And death is peaceful. Death means rest. [The morbidity and apparent hopelessness of the words are perhaps at odds with the image Wei Wuxian has presented to Rand thus far, and even now his smile doesn't flicker, though it softens into something tired.]
Still, I'm sorry about your death. I know peace isn't always a balm for a life cut far too short. [Though it is hardly himself he's thinking of.]