[Desperately, he just wants a reason to hate Wei Wuxian. He spent so long doing it? (Pretending to do it, for the most part.) He spent so long clinging to scraps of hate, thirteen long years of it.
And now, here, seeing and feeling it, he so badly wants to keep hating Wei Wuxian. But he can't. It's thick in his throat, choking him. More than anything, he's angry at himself.
His hands curl into fists, and he presses them against his thigh and the floor.]
Just shut up, [is all he can think to say about it.] You can't just... give me your that like it's nothing! Like it was nothing!
[He's too fearful of whether or not he would have done the same. He thinks... running from Wens, being hit by a core-destroying fist, somehow that's different than transferring a core completely.]
WTF MY SHRIMP
And now, here, seeing and feeling it, he so badly wants to keep hating Wei Wuxian. But he can't. It's thick in his throat, choking him. More than anything, he's angry at himself.
His hands curl into fists, and he presses them against his thigh and the floor.]
Just shut up, [is all he can think to say about it.] You can't just... give me your that like it's nothing! Like it was nothing!
[He's too fearful of whether or not he would have done the same. He thinks... running from Wens, being hit by a core-destroying fist, somehow that's different than transferring a core completely.]