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// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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don't punch him, but get his name and then give it to me. what'd he do?

[construing]

Are you planning to curse him?

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depends, what'd he do? does he deserve being cursed?

[construing]

What do you think?

〈 a pause follows between messages. 〉

You know that feeling when you're caught between a rock and a hard place? 〈 rhetorical, of course. 〉
That's me. The rock: blowing my cover, endangering Percy, potentially risking the people here.
The hard place: every tortured face I have to see.

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[It isn't as bad for him and he knows it. Despite being a prisoner, they've treated him as more of a guest. His status as someone willingly working for the government with government sponsors had assured that. He doesn't see the other prisoners as much either, only a few in the same lab. It's a different kind of labor than where Gwen is at.

(They still suffer here, he sees it, and he knows about the ones like Sadir, but it's different.)

But Gwen's words call to mind his memory of the Wen internment camp and he takes a minute to close his eyes and breathe through the immediate onset of rage.]

Yeah. I'm familiar with the feeling. Don't punch the guard. Remember his face instead. Remember all of their faces.]

[There might not be a plan yet, but knowing the Orbers, one is coming. If the labor camps aren't freed in the process, he'll do it himself. And then they can come back to those guards.]

[construing]

I appreciate the sentiment, but it doesn't come down to me.
They need to face justice. That can only come from the people.

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Then we should set the people free and leave the guards to them

[construing]

That's the plan.

〈 and it needs to happen sooner rather than later. 〉