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// Wei Wuxian

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[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.

[blackfire]

Talent is irrelevant. Do it until you are satisfied with your progress.

（ 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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[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.

[blackfire]

( in a sort of lazy drawl — )

I could carry you. If needs be.

( teasing? absolutely.

and leaving it at that, off he goes. )