[his turn to nod this time, albeit stiltedly, posture shifting somewhat, his legs coming in and both of his arms moving so he can hug his knees to his chest. sizhui stays like this the whole time wei wuxian talks, too, focusing on the frozen pond before them, his left fingers drumming against his thigh.
of course, he wants to say “it doesn't matter, you are you, regardless,” but that's so expected and level-headed, he reconsiders the idea. his arms tighten around his legs, brow furrowing, the brief sensation of petulance flaring up the longer he tries to decide how he wants to answer. eventually, riled emotions (mostly) tamped down, he sniffs, rubs his face across his knees then straightens, right hand raising to toy with the end of the ribbon draped over his shoulder.]
I... had a feeling that's what you were going to say.
[why wouldn't he want to stay here? he's made a whole other life aboard the ximilia, it makes sense that he would want to keep it, and who is he to judge?
he sighs, a watery-sounding thing, his upper-half straightens further and he tries to ignore how shamefaced he feels for letting himself feel sulky, even if only for a moment.] Of course I think it's selfish, [comes first, his breath exhaling in a rougher noise, then something almost akin to laugh.] But why shouldn't you be, after everything you've been through?
Don't you think it's time you were able to make some decisions that benefit you? I'll be fine, either way, so you should do what is going to make you the happiest, especially if the orbs will allow you to.
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of course, he wants to say “it doesn't matter, you are you, regardless,” but that's so expected and level-headed, he reconsiders the idea. his arms tighten around his legs, brow furrowing, the brief sensation of petulance flaring up the longer he tries to decide how he wants to answer. eventually, riled emotions (mostly) tamped down, he sniffs, rubs his face across his knees then straightens, right hand raising to toy with the end of the ribbon draped over his shoulder.]
I... had a feeling that's what you were going to say.
[why wouldn't he want to stay here? he's made a whole other life aboard the ximilia, it makes sense that he would want to keep it, and who is he to judge?
he sighs, a watery-sounding thing, his upper-half straightens further and he tries to ignore how shamefaced he feels for letting himself feel sulky, even if only for a moment.] Of course I think it's selfish, [comes first, his breath exhaling in a rougher noise, then something almost akin to laugh.] But why shouldn't you be, after everything you've been through?
Don't you think it's time you were able to make some decisions that benefit you? I'll be fine, either way, so you should do what is going to make you the happiest, especially if the orbs will allow you to.