[Slashing cave wall in a frenzy 😭]

⊹˚₊⌁ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩? 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵? ⌁₊˚⊹

Ah, ahh, the way you say my name...oh, it sounds so good, oh so heavenly...

Fucking hell.

Ugh, whatever. It's not worth it.

Get rid of me...get rid of this feeling...

I would have given you the world if you let me, I would have served my heart on a gold laden plate for you if you had let me.

I guess all things considered...we had a good long run together, my general...

Maybe this is how it will finally end. Me, in your hands, instead of you in mine.

I wouldn't be feeling like shit if I'm completely dead. Why do I even bother having strong feelings.

I feel like shit.

I've only known to fight for something. Without anything, with nothing to fight for, what use is my existence for then?

Maybe this is how it will finally end. Me, in your hands, instead of you in mine.

//

TAKE THAT! TAKE THAT! TAKE THAT! [Angrily slashing an old withered tree.]

You can't die of any diseases yet you have to die by MY HANDS.

[Maniacal laughter can be heard from the distance.]

If I see that damned descendant again, I will fucking skin him alive.

Can I just kill him.

A country fell to ruin because of its corrupt governance. Fighting for its people who are blinded and brainwashed by the higher-ups, truly one of the mistakes I have ever made.

All that and for what. Xuli is now a barren wasteland. There's not even one monument dedicated to the fallen brothers of my generation.

How long must I wait? "Patience is a virtue." Bullshit.

[Memoirs if the Deceased: Part 3 of ?] --- There is a legend that the person you are with on the first day it snows during winter will be the one you are bound to forever. A childish fantasy, I thought. A story meant to bring comfort, to make fleeting things feel permanent.

Blocking Pei Xiu, I don't need any more negativity in my life.

Saw that bastard spawn again, day = ruined.

Talk the art of war to me.

Talk the art of war to me.

[Memoirs of the Deceased: Part 2 of ?] --- I remember it clearly. The sting of my wounds, the feeling of everything slipping out of my control. The sharp edge of pain spreading through me, and yet…there was something else that carved through my skin. He was there, of course. Always there.

[A Soliloquy of the Faithful and the Forsaken.] --- Once, we stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, caked in blood and dust, grinning like idiots after every battle won. We were young, reckless, invincible, fucking untouchable. Nothing could bring us down, not when we had each other.

Saw that bastard spawn again, day = ruined.

And why are you his in-law?

Supposed in-law? The fuck does that even mean?

Apparently, this shit is copyrighted.

𝘛𝘴𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘗𝘦𝘪 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦.

I AM IN EVERY SWING OF YOUR SWORD, IN EVERY MOVEMENT, IN EVERY SHADOW THAT TOUCHES YOUR STEPS. I AM IN YOUR PRAYERS, IN YOUR DREAMS, IN YOUR NIGHTMARES, IN THE SILENCE BETWEEN EVERY FUCKING BREATH AND HEARTBEAT. EVERYWHERE YOU GO, I WILL BE THERE. WHEREVER YOU LIVE, I WILL LIVE UNDER YOUR SKIN.

TASTE MY BLOOD IN YOUR MOUTH. LET IT SEEP INTO YOUR VEINS, LET IT COIL AROUND YOUR HEART LIKE THE CHAINS YOU USED FOR PRISONERS OF WAR. DOES IT BURN? DOES IT REMIND YOU OF EVERYTHING WE WERE, EVERYTHING WE COULD HAVE BEEN?

I don't need style, I only need to prove a point.

NOBODY CAN TAKE WHAT IS MINE AND MINE ALONE. HIS BODY, HIS LIFE, EVERYTHING IS MINE TO TAKE! NONE OF YOU CAN HAVE HIM! NONE! GOF UCK YOU RSEL VES!

ONLY I GET TO HATE HIM. YOU FUCKERS HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THAT! HE'S MINE TO HATE! GO FIND YOUR OWN!

Pei Ming, I'm your most devoted hater.

[Despite everything, Rong Guang finds himself in a Ming Guang Temple. The statue of the general at the altar, abundant offerings at its feet. Rong Guang steps closer, heels echoing in the walls of the temple. He raised a hand, caressing the cheek of the statue, then gives it a kiss on the lips.]

I was in love, once. Not anymore. Anyway, why the fuck are you interested? Who the hell do you think you are?

ONLY I GET TO HATE HIM. YOU FUCKERS HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THAT! HE'S MINE TO HATE! GO FIND YOUR OWN!

If I see that damned descendant again, I will fucking skin him alive.

This kind of excitement that seared right through my bones...it has been so, long.

There's nothing good about this morning.

// me taking creative liberties: let's give rong guang a dangerous face card and have him walk around in heels

[Heels clicking as he walks down a stone brick path. This is...a mortal city. Too vibrant, and all too colorful. Xuli was like this too, back then, before he led a coup. As he strolled down the streets, his eyes wander around. Different things on display, +

[Memoirs of the Deceased: Part 2 of ?] --- I remember it clearly. The sting of my wounds, the feeling of everything slipping out of my control. The sharp edge of pain spreading through me, and yet…there was something else that carved through my skin. He was there, of course. Always there.