[that last part shakes him more than he'd like to admit to. anger and violence might be in the blood of his sect, but not like that-- nie huaisang shifts away from him as soon as he can move again, a hand raised to his chest until he's sure he can breathe easily, that it's properly faded.
-though, well, as much as he shoves his expression back into order, breathing easily after that is awfully hard. that part about abhorring sneaks echoes in his head, and especially after his own memory he has to wonder just how bad his luck could really be.]
That's- you're... you're what?
[the god thing is also a pretty big deal, what the fuck!]
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-though, well, as much as he shoves his expression back into order, breathing easily after that is awfully hard. that part about abhorring sneaks echoes in his head, and especially after his own memory he has to wonder just how bad his luck could really be.]
That's- you're... you're what?
[the god thing is also a pretty big deal, what the fuck!]