Adoption, Jiang Cheng. Time to consider the time-honoured tradition in all sects not part of the perversity of blood lineages in their five region isolation, to the ones beyond, to the future that truly keeps the best going, and not simply limited by family pride.
(Not that Wei Wuxian will be the one to say. He already lives that, with Sizhui. He already embodies that, as the adopted child, the prodigal son, the horror overshadowing their youth under a matron's pointed, pushing words.)
"There's no too late," he says, voice soft. "No time where a child does not appreciate hearing stories about their parents."
Or considers their denial and the stolen glimpses they're offered, says one orphan to the brother orphaned first when he was orphaned yet again. Perhaps being Wei Wuxian's family is, indeed, the curse.
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(Not that Wei Wuxian will be the one to say. He already lives that, with Sizhui. He already embodies that, as the adopted child, the prodigal son, the horror overshadowing their youth under a matron's pointed, pushing words.)
"There's no too late," he says, voice soft. "No time where a child does not appreciate hearing stories about their parents."
Or considers their denial and the stolen glimpses they're offered, says one orphan to the brother orphaned first when he was orphaned yet again. Perhaps being Wei Wuxian's family is, indeed, the curse.