[Solomon, for his part, seems to stay distant from the aggression, watching but making no comment now that his piece has been said. He is no commander, no ultimate point of authority like Jing Yuan. He is and always will be an observer, one who acts on behalf but does not lead. One who does not pluck the weeds from within, but looks for the flames that threaten the crop from a distance.
This one's fate, he thinks, sits far too close to a line he personally cannot cross, too many unknowns mingling with a society that could be soured if they act too brashly. But he plans to leave. He makes this choice knowing his connection is limited to these people.
Still. Perhaps it is a naive part of him, that stubbornly hopeful part of him, that would want some part of the world to act better for themselves. To suffer through their growing pains and come out better on the other side, even if only minutely.]
[ Jing Yuan turns to face Solomon, who has ceased to speak for the moment, all the while the others offer their own opinions; dissenting or otherwise. At least quite a few have remarked upon his decision and other ones as well. Though, not the other man, who seems to appear looking like he is more on the sidelines, if anything. ]
...I wonder, if there is something else you would wish to add, Solomon?
[ He tilts his head towards him; of course it is a given that he is always curious about what is on Solomon's mind. ]
Ginger is right in that the justice of many parts of this world don't count for wizards. But acting too harshly may hurt that cause more than help it. The line between justice and further reprecussion on the wrong parties is a fine one.
Please listen to Tatara's wishes to keep bloodshed off these grounds. And, perhaps... limit what magic we use, if any, if he is turned over. Bruno's concern isn't without merit there, either. [Who's to say wayward parties wouldn't see a criminal, torn apart or cursed or made to perform or censored, and paint it as a reason to keep wizards away from further problems?
A dialogue first. Action second. And he is concerned that their dialogue is missing a crucial component, in this space that needs one.]
...Ease your spear unless it is needed, Jing Yuan. That's all I ask.
[ Jing Yuan merely shakes his head with a light smile. ]
Indeed you have, and so have I.
That said, there are times when acting harshly is a must. Whatever the case, I do not intend to act rashly, if that is your concern.
[ He has not placed his weapon away as of yet, fingers clutched tightly around its handle, even if his stance sees fit to be more or less relaxed. People will find a way to use Byron, if he lives and his story is made known; whether he's hurt or remains free of harm. But killing him will silence such probabilities immediately. ]
...Only as necessary.
[ That man is fortunate to be alive, for what he has wrought. Who is to say his spear isn't still needed? ]
Mn. No, I've seen your patience, Jing Yuan. That's not it.
[But with how his statement drifts, the echoes of his unease are not a bone to pick in this time and place. Perhaps not one meant for a space of diplomacy. So he will let it pass.
His eyes do flick to the fresh-faced wizard standing with all thenposie of a dignitary at Tatara's side, though, and something in his demeanour relaxes slightly.]
[ Though, Jing Yuan's eyes do not follow for a moment; he has glimpsed of the man by Tatara's side before when he had arrived, and sees no reason to once more, initially.
But...he watches how Solomon seems to relax just a bit, and decides to follow the gaze after a second thought. Then, he directs one back to him and offers him another little smile. ]
I am aware of our present company, yes.
[ He supposes Solomon must be concerned in some way, to say that. As for himself...well, it's fine. What matters most importantly is that they're alive. ]
...I'm certain that matters will proceed in the direction it has with no marked difference. Everyone involved seems to be interested in discussing this civilly.
[Regardless of the outcome. They are tired, emotionally if not physically, and matters are tense. Even a part of himself wishes this man had perished in that final blow, if only to avoid this continued butting of heads. Perhaps it would have been a mercy for all. But he's still alive, still talking, fully communicating even if it is only in selfish delusion and pitiful, pathetic excuses for the pain he's caused and lives he's taken advantage of, either here or in the hereafter...
A deeper context for a deeper punishment. One could only hope the softhearted could be braced for the inevitability of harshness, and those out for blood could be satiated to some sort of compromise, even if only momentary.]
[ Jing Yuan says not because he thinks Byron deserves that courtesy (his stance being fairly clear), because he doesn't think he does, rather...his thoughts are that they're all tired, and the easier on them (Byron not included), the better.
Still, he makes a few more steps closer to Solomon, and after a bit of reluctance, pausing to look up at the sky, hesitating, before back at Byron, and then at the elder man, he calls away his glaive. Instead, he reaches out with one hand to have his fingers aim to wrap around one of Solomon's hands. ]
All we can do is trust in each other to manage this much, at the least. We've made it this far. And if something does happen...I'm certain we'll be prepared for it. As we always have been.
[Distracted as he is with the way the talk meanders among the others, Solomon isn't expecting any more moments of physical touch. A brief kiss in a moment of panic, yes, but that had its place.
It's the brush of Jing Yuan's hand against his own, less a request and more a line drawing him back, that gets Solomon to start slightly, blinking as he turns to look.
[Surprise melts to hesitation, then to exhaustion. His fingers carefully tighten against that grip.
He doesn't say anything else, if only because he looks a little lost for words for once. His eyes settle on Jing Yuan briefly, gratefully, almost apologetically, before they turn right back to the scene at hand.
He'll keep that hand in his, though, as long as Jing Yuan is willing to offer it.]
[ Solomon will find that Jing Yuan is willing to offer his hand as long as he can, no...wishes.
He may used to being the bystander, the one who observes from the outer fringes of certain matters until certain points, without getting close. And for being, of a given value, alone in this.
But...the truth of the matter is that he isn't alone. Not here. And especially not when Jing Yuan has all the affection he believes he can give to him; in little ways at times, and in some respects, those may at least mean something. The look given to him, albeit brief, is met with a warm gaze in turn, before they are to direct their mutual attention back to the proceedings, hand in hand. ]
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This one's fate, he thinks, sits far too close to a line he personally cannot cross, too many unknowns mingling with a society that could be soured if they act too brashly. But he plans to leave. He makes this choice knowing his connection is limited to these people.
Still. Perhaps it is a naive part of him, that stubbornly hopeful part of him, that would want some part of the world to act better for themselves. To suffer through their growing pains and come out better on the other side, even if only minutely.]
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...I wonder, if there is something else you would wish to add, Solomon?
[ He tilts his head towards him; of course it is a given that he is always curious about what is on Solomon's mind. ]
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No. I've said my opinion clearly.
[There's no animosity there.]
Ginger is right in that the justice of many parts of this world don't count for wizards. But acting too harshly may hurt that cause more than help it. The line between justice and further reprecussion on the wrong parties is a fine one.
Please listen to Tatara's wishes to keep bloodshed off these grounds. And, perhaps... limit what magic we use, if any, if he is turned over. Bruno's concern isn't without merit there, either. [Who's to say wayward parties wouldn't see a criminal, torn apart or cursed or made to perform or censored, and paint it as a reason to keep wizards away from further problems?
A dialogue first. Action second. And he is concerned that their dialogue is missing a crucial component, in this space that needs one.]
...Ease your spear unless it is needed, Jing Yuan. That's all I ask.
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Indeed you have, and so have I.
That said, there are times when acting harshly is a must. Whatever the case, I do not intend to act rashly, if that is your concern.
[ He has not placed his weapon away as of yet, fingers clutched tightly around its handle, even if his stance sees fit to be more or less relaxed. People will find a way to use Byron, if he lives and his story is made known; whether he's hurt or remains free of harm. But killing him will silence such probabilities immediately. ]
...Only as necessary.
[ That man is fortunate to be alive, for what he has wrought. Who is to say his spear isn't still needed? ]
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[But with how his statement drifts, the echoes of his unease are not a bone to pick in this time and place. Perhaps not one meant for a space of diplomacy. So he will let it pass.
His eyes do flick to the fresh-faced wizard standing with all thenposie of a dignitary at Tatara's side, though, and something in his demeanour relaxes slightly.]
Just keep in mind our company.
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But...he watches how Solomon seems to relax just a bit, and decides to follow the gaze after a second thought. Then, he directs one back to him and offers him another little smile. ]
I am aware of our present company, yes.
[ He supposes Solomon must be concerned in some way, to say that. As for himself...well, it's fine. What matters most importantly is that they're alive. ]
...I'm certain that matters will proceed in the direction it has with no marked difference. Everyone involved seems to be interested in discussing this civilly.
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May it stay that way.
[Regardless of the outcome. They are tired, emotionally if not physically, and matters are tense. Even a part of himself wishes this man had perished in that final blow, if only to avoid this continued butting of heads. Perhaps it would have been a mercy for all. But he's still alive, still talking, fully communicating even if it is only in selfish delusion and pitiful, pathetic excuses for the pain he's caused and lives he's taken advantage of, either here or in the hereafter...
A deeper context for a deeper punishment. One could only hope the softhearted could be braced for the inevitability of harshness, and those out for blood could be satiated to some sort of compromise, even if only momentary.]
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[ Jing Yuan says not because he thinks Byron deserves that courtesy (his stance being fairly clear), because he doesn't think he does, rather...his thoughts are that they're all tired, and the easier on them (Byron not included), the better.
Still, he makes a few more steps closer to Solomon, and after a bit of reluctance, pausing to look up at the sky, hesitating, before back at Byron, and then at the elder man, he calls away his glaive. Instead, he reaches out with one hand to have his fingers aim to wrap around one of Solomon's hands. ]
All we can do is trust in each other to manage this much, at the least. We've made it this far. And if something does happen...I'm certain we'll be prepared for it. As we always have been.
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It's the brush of Jing Yuan's hand against his own, less a request and more a line drawing him back, that gets Solomon to start slightly, blinking as he turns to look.
Oh.]
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He doesn't say anything else, if only because he looks a little lost for words for once. His eyes settle on Jing Yuan briefly, gratefully, almost apologetically, before they turn right back to the scene at hand.
He'll keep that hand in his, though, as long as Jing Yuan is willing to offer it.]
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He may used to being the bystander, the one who observes from the outer fringes of certain matters until certain points, without getting close. And for being, of a given value, alone in this.
But...the truth of the matter is that he isn't alone. Not here. And especially not when Jing Yuan has all the affection he believes he can give to him; in little ways at times, and in some respects, those may at least mean something. The look given to him, albeit brief, is met with a warm gaze in turn, before they are to direct their mutual attention back to the proceedings, hand in hand. ]