Connections she'd made with Cid's crew. Many friendships. Ones that she valued more than those she had on the Phantom Moon. More than she valued his.
(his heart and stomach clenched, tightening in pain that reached up toward his throat)
He should have, perhaps, expected something like that tobe the reason.
(why did his eyes feel so hot?)
He was not a good 'friend'. He barely understood what it meant to be one. Why wouldn't someone who had a choice choose another?
(oh.)
(that's a tear.)
(and it wasn't orchid's).
As the hand comes down on his shoulder, Daqiang turned so his face couldn't be seen. So the tear couldn't be seen. His eyes whipped downward, as if examining the way the walls and doors were crafted and, possibly, their security. Hidden in his sleeve, his fingers curled to discreetly burn the water off his face with his qi. It was his. So he did not have to endure as he would were it Orchid's. He could make it evaporate before the evidence could be seen.
"This venerable one is not worried," he lied, forcing himself to find what little remained of the cold that once thoroughly encased his heart. To sound unaffected and more over: uncaring. "Only ensuring that whatever reason Rem chose to join you will not interfere with our joint research. We are still looking into what we can of the Ghost Ship and Rem was the one leading and directing that task."
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(his heart and stomach clenched, tightening in pain that reached up toward his throat)
He should have, perhaps, expected something like that tobe the reason.
(why did his eyes feel so hot?)
He was not a good 'friend'. He barely understood what it meant to be one. Why wouldn't someone who had a choice choose another?
(oh.)
(that's a tear.)
(and it wasn't orchid's).
As the hand comes down on his shoulder, Daqiang turned so his face couldn't be seen. So the tear couldn't be seen. His eyes whipped downward, as if examining the way the walls and doors were crafted and, possibly, their security. Hidden in his sleeve, his fingers curled to discreetly burn the water off his face with his qi. It was his. So he did not have to endure as he would were it Orchid's. He could make it evaporate before the evidence could be seen.
"This venerable one is not worried," he lied, forcing himself to find what little remained of the cold that once thoroughly encased his heart. To sound unaffected and more over: uncaring. "Only ensuring that whatever reason Rem chose to join you will not interfere with our joint research. We are still looking into what we can of the Ghost Ship and Rem was the one leading and directing that task."