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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, XIAO.XINGCHEN. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.07.154.55 *** XIAO.XINGCHEN has joined 018.07.154.55 <XIAO.XINGCHEN> You have reached Xiao Xingchen. <XIAO.XINGCHEN> I am often away from my laptop, but I will do my best to answer as soon as I'm able. | ||||
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[ Which, honestly, is fair. It is Xiao Xingchen's prerogative to keep his suffering to himself. He just doesn't have to like it. ]
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what a stupid question, xingchen realizes almost as soon as he's asked it, his amused huff fogging the moment it reaches the air. or if not stupid, then terribly hypocritical. because he would certainly want to know such a thing regardless of whether or not it affected jiang wanyin's capability. is it truly so different now?
and so, )
Would you like me to?
( to tell him such things, even when there's no practical reason for doing so. it goes against so much of the person xingchen has long since learned to be, but jiang wanyin has long since earned the right to choose whether or not he's burdened with something. )
Can't promise that I always will. But I can try
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I would like it if you tried.
[ Even if he can't quite explain why - or rather, why he should even permit himself to care about such matters. But he wants to. One indulgence for himself. Just one. ]
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( and that seems like that, at least for a few seconds - the duration of a half-dozen trudged steps through thigh-deep snow - but then, )
I can't quite feel my fingers, either.
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He will not scream.
Okay. Maybe a little screaming on the inside. ]
I don't know how well the fog would heal frostbite. And you will need your hands when you get here.
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I'll have to stop this evening, shelter permitting. Not for long. A couple of hours, three at most.
Just long enough to build a fire and dry my clothes. They're damp nearly all the way through now.
I'll make up the lost time once they've dried.
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[ As in: take care of yourself. Drive yourself hard, but not too hard. ]
We can hold out. It isn't pretty but nothing about this peninsula is pretty.
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In return, please see that the burn is the worst of the damage you sustain.
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But I can promise to try my best.
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For coming. For keeping me company.
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I told you that I would, didn't I? Simply not out of duty.
( if jiang wanyin hadn't expect such bold assurances to come to fruition, he might be as naive as xingchen. )
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You did say so.
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( no matter how carefully he enunciates, these longer messages are getting increasingly tricky to compose - but he'll manage for just a bit longer. )
Unless you've reconsidered?
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[ Even just minutes of this banter are a relief. A reminder that there is something beyond the paranoia of the hotel. ]
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I'm concerned.
They're quite different, you know.
( the pauses between each text are slightly longer now - xingchen has made the mistake of smiling with wind-chapped lips, so now they're a bit less numb in exchange for stinging terribly at the spot where his upper lip has cracked a bit.
it's quite possible that he's still smiling, albeit a bit more carefully. )
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Can you shift into fox again?
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( he doesn't plan to rest, not yet. not nearly. he'll rest as a fox while he dries his clothes, whenever that ends up being. and perhaps he might benefit from putting the laptop away so that he might tuck his hands somewhere warm, but he'd rather his fingers be numb than whatever sort of numb it is that sets in between jiang wanyin's messages. it's quite easy to lose grip on the world at large, at times such as those. to forget that anything exists beyond the concept of cold and the urgent need to keep moving onward. )
But should it
Should you need to return to the hunt, that's fine.
( he's decided he doesn't care quite enough to delete the misheard ones, anymore. choosing his battles and whatnot. )
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Too far away to do anything. Too busy with greater problems to focus on just one person. It's always the same story. He hates this story. ]
Soon. I have to return soon. Something needs to be done, though I'm not sure what level of organizing ourselves could hold out against the paranoia and dissent. It's difficult.
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