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[daozhangs]

( 'you killed yourself?' xingchen draws a slow breath, bracing, but does not yet respond. the silence is thick, in such a way that xingchen is confident he's being examined, considered in light of this new information. he wouldn't be surprised if jiang wanyin's gaze has fallen to the scarring along his neck - it's still there, xingchen can't see it but if one can feel the raised ridge of it under the tip of their finger then it stands to reason that it's visible too. now the man knows such a wound was self-inflicted.

all that remains is to await his verdict.

what comes is more unexpected than it probably should've been. he was ready to be condemned for his weakness, his cowardice, and he was just as ready to have it brushed aside as 'the past' by this friend who thus far has been quite ready to forgive him any number of sins. but jiang wanyin commends it. claims that he won. xingchen doesn't feel as though he won at all. after all, xue yang hadn't wanted to kill him. that much was apparent, after three long years of whatever that had been. he had wanted to break him down, fracturing him into smaller and smaller pieces until he could no longer recognize any part of himself that was ever better than xue yang in the first place. and in this, xue yang had succeeded.

but he allows the response to go unchallenged. what good is correcting it? it feels deceptive not to, but there's no guarantee it would change jiang wanyin's mind regardless. and so instead, he presses his lips together in something not quite resembling a smile with noncommittal sound of acknowledgment, attention dropping to his tea as he picks it up again and takes another sip.

it gives him the time to figure out what to say - and finally his lips do curl into the slightest dry smile, and he says, ) It's not as if this changes what you've said. I'm fairly certain you won't let me kill myself again, either. ( there's a note of dry humor to it, but it holds true - all of that which jiang wanyin said, about not letting xue yang kill him and that which came before... who actually ended his life feels irrelevant in the grand scheme of it. in the faith and solidarity it's expressing. )

[legbreakings]

[ Jiang Cheng gives a little noise somewhere between a snort and a scoff, or what would have been that anyway if every noise he makes now isn't an artificial approximation coming from his speakers. The dry humor matching Xingchen's own in his eyes and the quirk of his lips remains unchanged, though these of course are things Xingchen isn't able to appreciate. ]

I wouldn't. I have no doubt it was the right choice - the proper choice - when denying a villain his victory, and the opportunity to use you as his tool. [ Keep using him as his tool, rather, but he's not quite that callous to give an unnecessary reminder of what Xiao Xingchen very well knows. ] But we have already established that this way holds no gain here. Not unless we learn of a way to prevent the loss of memory and self repeated death eventually leads to. [ He taps his fingers on the tabletop. ] Thus. No. I expect more useful contributions from you.

[ And yet he can still appreciate the choice and the decisiveness that had permitted him to go through with it. There is the will to live and then there is preserving your honor and prioritizing the common good - it is good to know that his ally is capable of making the tough choices when it comes down to it. ]