singlelogbridge | Inbox: Ximilia

[The more Ziggy speaks, the more concerned his expression grows. He wishes it was someone who had said something to her because at least then there would be an easier solution. But as Ziggy pours her heart out to him—his own aching deeply—he understands it isn't something so simple.

His arm settles around her shoulders again, instinctively protective, as if he can shield her from the horrors of the world. This world. Her own world. Any world. (He can't. He can't keep her safe from any of it no matter how much he wishes he could.) When she finishes speaking, he's already shaking his head.]

You did what you were supposed to do. You protected yourself. If something was using illusory warfare on you, that wasn't your fault. [Had Dean died, he knows she would have carried the weight no matter what he said, but he didn't. He didn't and Wei Wuxian makes a vague note to add recognizing illusions into her training agenda.]

And after everything you've been through—[He pauses abruptly, remembering what he knows of her death and suddenly having to swallow over a lump in his throat.]—after everything, I understand.

[She does know it's not something that she could have helped... mostly. As frustrated as she is, she has to admit that it would've been hard to see through it all. It's just — maybe if she were stronger. If she were more experienced. Smarter.]

... It wasn't — the first time. That I had to protect myself.

[She leans into him, the vulnerability too much for her to look at his face. Maybe because she fears that she'll have been wrong in the people she's trusted... that she'll look at him and see judgement, see his opinion of her shift in real time. It's not fair to Wei Wuxian, having those doubts; he's never been anything but decent to her. But right now, she feels so wildly out of control of her intuition, of her ability to see what's real...]

It's not like I'm not already a killer. I - I shot — I had to kill people before; they were going to kill me, and I know I didn't have a choice, not then, but — but if I killed one of you, I'd never be able to forgive myself. I'd rather just die all over again than be the reason someone else I care about gets killed.

No. [The word comes out more desperate than he wanted it to, and he doesn't care, not paying it any mind.]

You aren't allowed to die again. You, a-xing must live forever. [He smiles past the sorrow in his face to show her that he knows he's being ridiculous even as he continues on.]

It must have been terrible to realize what happened, but you didn't kill him. Dean is alright, and you're safe, and that is all that matters. Do you understand? [His hand cards through her hair again and he takes a deep shaking breath.]

You must always be safe, Ziggy. That's the most important thing.

[She laughs weakly, equally aware of how ridiculous a statement that is. But it's at least one spoken with care, isn't it? So it means a lot. After a moment, she rubs her palms across her eyes, sniffing and shaking off the heavy blanket of discouragement, of fear of what had happened, of what could happen.]

Mm, well. I don't know how easy it'll be to stay safe in this line of work, but.

Since it's you asking so nicely... I'll work on living forever.

After all, someone's got to make sure you stay employed in this teaching gig.

Good. See that you do. [He laughs and pulls her into another hug, holding her close before he finally lets her go.]

I think they're ready to move on, but I'll stay with you, alright? Until the orb takes us back, I'll be here at your side. [And until either of them departs the Ximilia or their mission is complete, but he leaves that much left unsaid for now. He's pretty sure she knows.]

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