[ From the look on Jing Yuan's face and his thoughtful tone, there is more to it, but he always aims to at least phrase his words more carefully instead. Also most definitely here because he has to think on the exact phrase he wishes to assign such a story.
He is reminded of how he feels about the fact the balance must be sustained, and he imagines that is the root of the bittersweetness that Solomon warned about.
In the end, he can very well handle it, though his heart is still quite a bit so soft; where the hidden part of him who likes stories where the traditional good triumphs, and everyone lives happily ever after, aches. Even if he no longer indulges it, somehow, in defiance of everything, of the many years that have gone by, and the erosion of people, feelings, and memories, it persists.
As he lets the feelings pass over, though, he begins to wonder about something else entirely. If this story is one that Solomon holds close to himself, because of his own feelings; just, perhaps, some idle thoughts. ]
I imagine that this isn't exactly a story that should be told around bedtime to little ones. Though, I do also compliment you well on such an incredible performance...you capture the tragedy and triumph of the story all the way to its definite end. Not many could manage that.
I wonder...if this is a reflection of your own thoughts as well.
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...Interesting.
[ From the look on Jing Yuan's face and his thoughtful tone, there is more to it, but he always aims to at least phrase his words more carefully instead. Also most definitely here because he has to think on the exact phrase he wishes to assign such a story.
He is reminded of how he feels about the fact the balance must be sustained, and he imagines that is the root of the bittersweetness that Solomon warned about.
In the end, he can very well handle it, though his heart is still quite a bit so soft; where the hidden part of him who likes stories where the traditional good triumphs, and everyone lives happily ever after, aches. Even if he no longer indulges it, somehow, in defiance of everything, of the many years that have gone by, and the erosion of people, feelings, and memories, it persists.
As he lets the feelings pass over, though, he begins to wonder about something else entirely. If this story is one that Solomon holds close to himself, because of his own feelings; just, perhaps, some idle thoughts. ]
I imagine that this isn't exactly a story that should be told around bedtime to little ones. Though, I do also compliment you well on such an incredible performance...you capture the tragedy and triumph of the story all the way to its definite end. Not many could manage that.
I wonder...if this is a reflection of your own thoughts as well.