He opens his mouth to respond and closes it again, at a loss. Instinctively he wants to say, Well, no one has ever been a very good brother to me specifically, but that's petulant at best, and he has no real interest in reviewing all the ways people have disappointed him over the years. Da-ge is, in fact, bad enough on his own.
So he's quiet, and a bit sulky, even physically; just kind drooping lower and lower on this sofa in his misery.
"Our father died," he says, eventually. "I don't think anyone ever taught da-ge how to handle a whole sect before that happened." And so it was only logical that he, the spoiled second son, could be comfortably set aside while Mingjue attempted to wrangle the rest of his life. But that sounds like another excuse, so, "I don't really have the energy to wonder why he was the way he was anymore, Shen-ge. I'm exhausted, I don't want to- to carry him around all the time."
"You shouldn't have to," Shen Yuan says quietly. "I'm not sure -- I don't --" He sighs in exasperation, rubbing his own face. "I don't know anything about this," he finally confesses. "If my brothers were here they'd probably tell you I've never let go of anything in my entire life." That's a self-deprecating joke; Huaisang is welcome to take part or to ignore it as he likes.
"But it seems to me that Huaisang has carried this burden long enough. If he's tired from it, he should...he should be allowed to put it down."
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He opens his mouth to respond and closes it again, at a loss. Instinctively he wants to say, Well, no one has ever been a very good brother to me specifically, but that's petulant at best, and he has no real interest in reviewing all the ways people have disappointed him over the years. Da-ge is, in fact, bad enough on his own.
So he's quiet, and a bit sulky, even physically; just kind drooping lower and lower on this sofa in his misery.
"Our father died," he says, eventually. "I don't think anyone ever taught da-ge how to handle a whole sect before that happened." And so it was only logical that he, the spoiled second son, could be comfortably set aside while Mingjue attempted to wrangle the rest of his life. But that sounds like another excuse, so, "I don't really have the energy to wonder why he was the way he was anymore, Shen-ge. I'm exhausted, I don't want to- to carry him around all the time."
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"But it seems to me that Huaisang has carried this burden long enough. If he's tired from it, he should...he should be allowed to put it down."