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// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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[The wave of anger that crashes over him is powerful, and if he weren't already sitting, he'd have fallen to his knees with how it steals the steadiness out from under him. Choice, he'd called it. As if a child faced with dying alongside everyone he loved or being part of the extermination force to save his baby brother was any kind of choice. Anger surges within him and seeps out of his skin, a black spill of resentful energy swirling around him before he pulls it back into himself as the anger turns to grief.

How he must have suffered. How the guilt must have eaten him alive. How the pain must have destroyed him.]

That's no choice. That's a façade. It's—[He stops himself before his rage and sorrow can bleed into his words, hands covering his face for a minute as he tries to calm himself.]