[ Zhongli's expression is unreadable for the most part, but he does blink as he looks back at Childe with some mild amusement. He can't help but shake his head as he looks down at gloved hands again.
Realizing that Childe doesn't actually know what he's capable of, what he's done in his own past, so much war and bloodshed rest on his hands and shoulders that even now he can feel those cracks in him widening and creaking open like scars in a mountain that's weathered the winds and rains for eons. Outwardly it just looks like he's tired, almost defeated even. ]
Your words have truth in them. What are friends if not the ones who you need close to you at your most vulnerable times? [ But trivial, hm? He supposed it would be if it weren't for other things... ]
Trivial, perhaps, but they are still troublesome if not admitted with honesty. [ Though he does lean in to lightly cup Childe's cheek with a gloved hand and then he gives the faintest of smiles to the harbinger. ]
I do appreciate the company. You have my sincerest thanks.
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Realizing that Childe doesn't actually know what he's capable of, what he's done in his own past, so much war and bloodshed rest on his hands and shoulders that even now he can feel those cracks in him widening and creaking open like scars in a mountain that's weathered the winds and rains for eons. Outwardly it just looks like he's tired, almost defeated even. ]
Your words have truth in them. What are friends if not the ones who you need close to you at your most vulnerable times? [ But trivial, hm? He supposed it would be if it weren't for other things... ]
Trivial, perhaps, but they are still troublesome if not admitted with honesty. [ Though he does lean in to lightly cup Childe's cheek with a gloved hand and then he gives the faintest of smiles to the harbinger. ]
I do appreciate the company. You have my sincerest thanks.