The thing is it would be so easy to take that hand and be done with all of this, whatever it is. He's fairly certain that if he takes that hand it will end. But he's been on the Ximilia too long to buy in and he's too curious by nature, and none of this makes sense. Last he checked, no one else was experiencing weird all-knowing beings digging into their fears and insecurities, which means this can only be some form of memory.
He isn't dying, no matter how he feels it. No matter the cold wrapped around his bones. For days now he has been pulled into memories of the other orbers and relived a handful of his own, and this isn't his memory which means it can only be tied to someone else.
It's probably a stupid choice, but when has that ever stopped him? (It helps that that figure, no matter its resemblance, no matter the familiar form, is not Itachi.)
Wei Wuxian sighs, smiles, and shakes his head. He dos not take the hand.]
My end has come and gone, and you're not it. [He takes a deep breath, in and out and glances at the bracelet around his wrist, removing it to hold in his hands. It and the shadow have been the only consistencies throughout so it stands to reason that the bracelet means something.
Wei Wuxian frowns and strokes a thumb over the charm, willing himself to ignore the ache of death that still has a grip over his body.]
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The thing is it would be so easy to take that hand and be done with all of this, whatever it is. He's fairly certain that if he takes that hand it will end. But he's been on the Ximilia too long to buy in and he's too curious by nature, and none of this makes sense. Last he checked, no one else was experiencing weird all-knowing beings digging into their fears and insecurities, which means this can only be some form of memory.
He isn't dying, no matter how he feels it. No matter the cold wrapped around his bones. For days now he has been pulled into memories of the other orbers and relived a handful of his own, and this isn't his memory which means it can only be tied to someone else.
It's probably a stupid choice, but when has that ever stopped him? (It helps that that figure, no matter its resemblance, no matter the familiar form, is not Itachi.)
Wei Wuxian sighs, smiles, and shakes his head. He dos not take the hand.]
My end has come and gone, and you're not it. [He takes a deep breath, in and out and glances at the bracelet around his wrist, removing it to hold in his hands. It and the shadow have been the only consistencies throughout so it stands to reason that the bracelet means something.
Wei Wuxian frowns and strokes a thumb over the charm, willing himself to ignore the ache of death that still has a grip over his body.]
Why a dog...