Another nod, Wei Wuxian an active listener to the direction given. It makes for simpler communication, something he can give and direct people toward. How to help those who will attack, not because they wish harm, but have been brought to a place where their mind fools them into believing it's needed.
He knows a thing or two about needing to get someone to step back down from that ledge. One they did not seek themselves.
"In my home, those of us with abilities have the responsibility to use them wisely, to assist others. We can and will accept trade in turn, but to expect it... I help very poor people suffering things they have no ability to face. Offering me a place to rest is sometimes the most they can afford, and I accept it gladly." He hikes his shoulders up, a shrug of a kind. "But I can afford to live that way, as I live on the road. I could only ever want for food and shelter. Where the sects are built, they likewise build a long term system of give and take with those they protect. For better and worse, we are travelers and outsiders here. We'll pass again, so I apologise, my mentality unfortunately reflects on a... path I'd been walking before I'd been here."
One where he had no place, and small demands, and demons and ghosts to make up for. Still, he cups his hands again and bows his head in gratitude.
"There are a few. People who are made of energies, in such a way that they survive by interfacing with the ones of the world around them. Here, it causes difficulties." His hands settle back into his lap. "For the rest of us, we manage. Not perfectly," a sideways sort of self-aware smile, "But not to injury to us or those around us."
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He knows a thing or two about needing to get someone to step back down from that ledge. One they did not seek themselves.
"In my home, those of us with abilities have the responsibility to use them wisely, to assist others. We can and will accept trade in turn, but to expect it... I help very poor people suffering things they have no ability to face. Offering me a place to rest is sometimes the most they can afford, and I accept it gladly." He hikes his shoulders up, a shrug of a kind. "But I can afford to live that way, as I live on the road. I could only ever want for food and shelter. Where the sects are built, they likewise build a long term system of give and take with those they protect. For better and worse, we are travelers and outsiders here. We'll pass again, so I apologise, my mentality unfortunately reflects on a... path I'd been walking before I'd been here."
One where he had no place, and small demands, and demons and ghosts to make up for. Still, he cups his hands again and bows his head in gratitude.
"There are a few. People who are made of energies, in such a way that they survive by interfacing with the ones of the world around them. Here, it causes difficulties." His hands settle back into his lap. "For the rest of us, we manage. Not perfectly," a sideways sort of self-aware smile, "But not to injury to us or those around us."