But you want to know where I went wrong with the power, right? That's what matters now.
I was attacked and I lost control of it and an innocent man died. A good man. The son of someone important. The husband of someone precious to me. I fucked up. I lost control and it brought hell down on us. The details after that don't matter. I went to fight them for revenge and I lost control again. I don't know how, I—
It doesn't matter. Everyone was right, I was wrong, it was too powerful, I couldn't control it. So I destroyed it.
a lot that makes mal pity the people that wei wuxian was trying to protect, feel pity for him too.
at the same time, while most of the tale makes him feel a spark of wariness, where it ends snuffs out that flame and replaces it with respect. ]
It could be destroyed in the end and you chose to do it.
That's... that counts for something. There are plenty where I'm from that wouldn't if they could. [ mal thinks of the skiff, the sound of the volcra screeching as they flew past the limits of where the fold had previously stood. ]
Yeah. I guess. [And it's all he'll say to that. He doesn't disagree with Mal, and he'd like to think he's different from people like Wen Ruohan and Jin Guangshan, but at the end of the day, he's not sure how much intentions matter when there's so much blood on his hands.]
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But you want to know where I went wrong with the power, right? That's what matters now.
I was attacked and I lost control of it and an innocent man died. A good man. The son of someone important. The husband of someone precious to me. I fucked up. I lost control and it brought hell down on us. The details after that don't matter. I went to fight them for revenge and I lost control again. I don't know how, I—
It doesn't matter. Everyone was right, I was wrong, it was too powerful, I couldn't control it. So I destroyed it.
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a lot that makes mal pity the people that wei wuxian was trying to protect, feel pity for him too.
at the same time, while most of the tale makes him feel a spark of wariness, where it ends snuffs out that flame and replaces it with respect. ]
It could be destroyed in the end and you chose to do it.
That's... that counts for something. There are plenty where I'm from that wouldn't if they could. [ mal thinks of the skiff, the sound of the volcra screeching as they flew past the limits of where the fold had previously stood. ]
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Some people, plenty of powerful people, don't try. Don't give a fuck about bringing the innocent or the messes they made.
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