I think the dead trouble us less in my world than in yours.
( a wry smile. )
Perhaps that is a good thing. The resentful energy must be immense in most areas. ( almost a thousand years of war. small pockets of peace. the uchiha and the senju alone had wars that decimated entire swaths of land, left thousands dead before the village was born from the bones of both families. he thinks of izuna, sacrificed to madara's mad quest for power, and how perfectly he had pretended the same to sasuke.
he does not, generally, regard his actions with any amount of shame. they are done. but the way that fight filters back to him now has him curling his fingers in against his palm, jaw set. to distract himself — )
Music is subjective. You do not have to consider it such. I would.
[He cringes and nods in agreement with Itachi's assessment. In a world like his, areas like the Burial Mounds would be everywhere. War torn lands always suffered the worst of demonic and spiritual attacks. There would be no keeping up with it, that's why the Burial Mounds was warded off and left to rot. The cultivation world decided the job was too big and left it to grow behind a wall instead.]
Would you really? [It's asked in earnest, curiosity obvious. Anyone else he would make fun of their taste. With Itachi, he counts it as a win.]
I play other music too. Lately, I've even been attempting to compose. I don't know yet if I have the talent for it.
[He snorts and shakes his head, not in disagreement exactly.]
Alright, alright. Then if I can come up with something I'm satisfied with, you'll have to hear it. [He grins and stretches his arms above his head before moving back to the edge of the mountainside to look down.]
We should start back to finish on time. You might be able to get down there in a flash if needed, but I'm afraid I have to do it the old fashioned way.
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( a wry smile. )
Perhaps that is a good thing. The resentful energy must be immense in most areas. ( almost a thousand years of war. small pockets of peace. the uchiha and the senju alone had wars that decimated entire swaths of land, left thousands dead before the village was born from the bones of both families. he thinks of izuna, sacrificed to madara's mad quest for power, and how perfectly he had pretended the same to sasuke.
he does not, generally, regard his actions with any amount of shame. they are done. but the way that fight filters back to him now has him curling his fingers in against his palm, jaw set. to distract himself — )
Music is subjective. You do not have to consider it such. I would.
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Would you really? [It's asked in earnest, curiosity obvious. Anyone else he would make fun of their taste. With Itachi, he counts it as a win.]
I play other music too. Lately, I've even been attempting to compose. I don't know yet if I have the talent for it.
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( what is talent, but hard work distilled into a metric by which others judge you? wei wuxian is not one afraid to do the work. )
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Alright, alright. Then if I can come up with something I'm satisfied with, you'll have to hear it. [He grins and stretches his arms above his head before moving back to the edge of the mountainside to look down.]
We should start back to finish on time. You might be able to get down there in a flash if needed, but I'm afraid I have to do it the old fashioned way.
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I could carry you. If needs be.
( teasing? absolutely.
and leaving it at that, off he goes. )