[Wei Wuxian doesn't stop him because he is hardly aware enough to do so. He sits frozen, the words echoing loudly in his cavernous body. A-Yuan is safe. He's safe and well, he's in good hands. A-Yuan is going to get to live, he's going to grow into a teenager and an adult, maybe a cultivator, maybe not. It doesn't matter, he will live. He'll get to move past the trauma of his childhood and keep smiling. He's safe, he's safe, a-Yuan is safe.
It's everything.
It wasn't for nothing. It wasn't a wasted effort. He didn't fail them all so completely.
There is an ugly sound in the quiet of the room, and it takes him a moment to realize it had come from him. Wei Wuxian lifts one hand to cover his mouth and keep more sounds inside, eyes blurring over and over as tears that he can not stop fill his eyes without ceasing. He hasn't cried like this since—since he woke, after Jin Zixuan—but this is better. He has never felt relief like this.
He shouldn't cry like this in front of Lan Wangji or at all, he knows that. It's shameful, embarrassing. Weak. But he could no sooner stop himself than he could turn back time and fix his mistakes, and so he cries on.]
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It's everything.
It wasn't for nothing. It wasn't a wasted effort. He didn't fail them all so completely.
There is an ugly sound in the quiet of the room, and it takes him a moment to realize it had come from him. Wei Wuxian lifts one hand to cover his mouth and keep more sounds inside, eyes blurring over and over as tears that he can not stop fill his eyes without ceasing. He hasn't cried like this since—since he woke, after Jin Zixuan—but this is better. He has never felt relief like this.
He shouldn't cry like this in front of Lan Wangji or at all, he knows that. It's shameful, embarrassing. Weak. But he could no sooner stop himself than he could turn back time and fix his mistakes, and so he cries on.]