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// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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[He brushes his thumb beneath her cheek knowing that if he looks in the direction her gaze is focused on, he'll see nothing but a wall. He wishes he could see what she does though. Wishes he could fight it for her. Wishes he could carry her dead for her along with his own.]

I don't know how either. [He admits quietly, like a secret. His dead are all here with him. Madam Yu and Uncle Fengmian. Wen Qing and Wen Ning, Shijie, the rest of the Dafan Wen, a-Yuan. He holds on tight because what else can he do but keep them here to keep him honest. To remind him of who he is.]

But...but I think. Your friend loved you. It sounds like he loved you, and I can't imagine he'd want you to hold on if it was hurting you.