[it does not sound melodramatic to jin guangyao, if his near-imperceptible nod of both understanding and relief are any indication. maybe he takes the words for the metaphor that they are; maybe he genuinely was afraid that he was about to witness mike enslin coming apart in front of him through the force of his own tortured mind and spirit. anything is possible in this place.
he dispels the guqin with a smooth hand gesture, and it disappears in front of him as though it was never there (magic? magic!). then he unfolds himself from the lotus position and rises to his feet to join mike in surveying the ashen remnants of the draugr they bested together.]
one of my sworn brothers shared with me his sect's cultivation method of using music to heal the mind and spirit, [he explains. he withdraws a small glass jar from the qiankun bag at his hip, then kneels down in the grass to brush a portion of the cooling ashes into the jar. he stoppers it, then rises again, and turns to offer it to mike.]
your memories. [he does not turn to leave, not yet, but he will not presume to bear witness to mike's recovering his memories, or recognizing how much of his pain was seen by jin guangyao.]
no subject
he dispels the guqin with a smooth hand gesture, and it disappears in front of him as though it was never there (magic? magic!). then he unfolds himself from the lotus position and rises to his feet to join mike in surveying the ashen remnants of the draugr they bested together.]
one of my sworn brothers shared with me his sect's cultivation method of using music to heal the mind and spirit, [he explains. he withdraws a small glass jar from the qiankun bag at his hip, then kneels down in the grass to brush a portion of the cooling ashes into the jar. he stoppers it, then rises again, and turns to offer it to mike.]
your memories. [he does not turn to leave, not yet, but he will not presume to bear witness to mike's recovering his memories, or recognizing how much of his pain was seen by jin guangyao.]