It's difficult to put it all into words when it feels, suddenly, like his mouth is filled with cotton. Somehow, in some way, both of his nephews look painfully like the sister they'd lost - the idea of that seems unfathomable when he thinks about the way he was raised and what little he had of their sister to work with.
He glances over at Wei Wuxian, somehow resisting the urge to say something sour, some commentary on his own raising of his nephews - with a-Ling more like his son than anything else.
Jin Ling is still technically the heir to Lotus Pier, until Jiang Cheng has his own child. That's something that isn't necessarily coming in their future. He has no prospects on that front, which leaves him all the more sour.
"She was with him, in his heart," he says finally. "I... Did not tell him enough stories, but..." It was too painful. How could he ever put those sorts of things into words?
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He glances over at Wei Wuxian, somehow resisting the urge to say something sour, some commentary on his own raising of his nephews - with a-Ling more like his son than anything else.
Jin Ling is still technically the heir to Lotus Pier, until Jiang Cheng has his own child. That's something that isn't necessarily coming in their future. He has no prospects on that front, which leaves him all the more sour.
"She was with him, in his heart," he says finally. "I... Did not tell him enough stories, but..." It was too painful. How could he ever put those sorts of things into words?