( The tension in his shoulders relaxes another fraction, because there are no more words trying to explain Elidibus as if Jingyi cannot understand motivations for high handed actions, like he doesn't know frustrations and desires to know, like he hasn't been raised specifically not to use the powers and abilities he has access to in order to do as he wished, as he thought was most effective, to people who did not.
It's also not a thought process that has any ready explanation, no inherent understanding that Tidus would need one, this young man of a dream world that had been so very real, rising sports star, reigning king, then dragged out into a wider world, so different and similar in unequal measures. Jingyi doesn't even know that extent, only bits and pieces from when they talk, but it's why he leans into the concept of culture clashing, the misunderstandings. It's what gives him more patience than he'd have when the field is level, and everyone understands what's laid out on the table.
Right now, it's all negligible anyway. I exist to fight the monsters in the name of my clan has no meaning, even if, and what he did is too much like how the monstrous stole the minds and bodies of the people who raised me. No brush up against war or how it was as brutal and cruel as any war ever was, how innocents suffered and he was raised in the aftermath of it, always reminded in unpleasant ways of the whys.
Jingyi is afraid of possession on a deep, psychological level, and he deals with it most the time, even as someone who is supposed to fight to protect others from the possessed, but he needs his support network for it. Left to his own devices, brash as he is, direct as he is, this is the one thing, the one looming horror, from which Lan Jingyi would run.
He nods, after the declaration and the suggestion, says in a quieter voice, )
Please. ( And, after a pause: ) Thank you.
( Manners are manners, and he has plenty, with a sliding awareness of when and how and why he uses them as he does. Tidus's offer is why he doesn't think twice when he heads for the door now, and heads for the transgate, waiting to key in the destination: the armoury. From there, merely crossing to the Spa carriage, simple enough.
Tidus knows where he's going, and ICPs are the way to talk at distance on train. Or knowing a person's haunts and schedule, or running into them at opportune moments. Whatever it may be. )
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It's also not a thought process that has any ready explanation, no inherent understanding that Tidus would need one, this young man of a dream world that had been so very real, rising sports star, reigning king, then dragged out into a wider world, so different and similar in unequal measures. Jingyi doesn't even know that extent, only bits and pieces from when they talk, but it's why he leans into the concept of culture clashing, the misunderstandings. It's what gives him more patience than he'd have when the field is level, and everyone understands what's laid out on the table.
Right now, it's all negligible anyway. I exist to fight the monsters in the name of my clan has no meaning, even if, and what he did is too much like how the monstrous stole the minds and bodies of the people who raised me. No brush up against war or how it was as brutal and cruel as any war ever was, how innocents suffered and he was raised in the aftermath of it, always reminded in unpleasant ways of the whys.
Jingyi is afraid of possession on a deep, psychological level, and he deals with it most the time, even as someone who is supposed to fight to protect others from the possessed, but he needs his support network for it. Left to his own devices, brash as he is, direct as he is, this is the one thing, the one looming horror, from which Lan Jingyi would run.
He nods, after the declaration and the suggestion, says in a quieter voice, )
Please. ( And, after a pause: ) Thank you.
( Manners are manners, and he has plenty, with a sliding awareness of when and how and why he uses them as he does. Tidus's offer is why he doesn't think twice when he heads for the door now, and heads for the transgate, waiting to key in the destination: the armoury. From there, merely crossing to the Spa carriage, simple enough.
Tidus knows where he's going, and ICPs are the way to talk at distance on train. Or knowing a person's haunts and schedule, or running into them at opportune moments. Whatever it may be. )