[ Why... is his disciple such a stubborn one? He knows why, knows it's in his personality, but—Binge, this is a topic that as Anon, he can't talk about, and even as himself to fully discuss? He doesn't know how. He can't be an impartial audience. He can't unremember what all of it felt like, and he's not sure he'd be able to hear Binghe on it without conflating it with his own feelings, thus failing to be of any help at all. ]
One plus one tends to equal two. By the same logic, for things of which I'm not qualified to say, isn't silence better?
I don't know. It seems worthwhile talking to someone who may understand who doesn't have a history with you. There's no bias there, no expectation. This Anon cannot advise on death here because this Anon has not died here. Nor has this Anon ever dealt with deaths like this before this place. What would you have me lecture on? My encouragement is following your Shen Qingqiu's request by offering you the opportunity to choose to talk or not with one who has stated his willingness.
For what value it has, I believe he is a sincere individual.
[ Even for the overly social, two short conversations do not feel like nearly enough to call having any kind of past with someone. Then there's all this talk that suggests this stranger may expect anything or hold biases of him. Is all of that even possible to build from such a brief level of interaction? ]
We've spoken twice. Unless you'd like to correct me on that.
[ At the mention of 'his' Shen Qingqiu Luo Binghe's head feels like it's been locked in a vice, the phrasing somehow giving him an instant headache over things said and unsaid behind those words. Ones he wants to turn into questions or argue, but overwhelm entirely until he's batting it all aside to chase out others as a hand rubs at the ache in his skull. ]
[ Truly, he wonders at the turns Binghe's mind takes at times. He frowns, allowing himself the luxury with no one there to see his face. He doesn't mean they, Anonymous and Luo Binghe, have a history. It's just how he'd agree with "Shen Qingqiu" even if he wasn't Shen Qingqiu. That Shen Qingqiu could hold biases! This Anon has nothing to do with it, not until he started naming himself! He promises! ]
Not you and I. You and Shen Qingqiu. Or so I assumed when he asked me to pass this along, as if it would be easier to take or leave from a stranger than from him. Or you two may have already spoken on these things. This Anon has no way to know.
My expectation is you choose to do, or not do, as you see fit with the information I've provided on the request of two persons: Noctis himself, and then Shen Qingqiu. Nothing more or less.
[ Because for whatever reason, this person has caught enough of his interest that he actually tries to figure them out, to whatever degree is even possible with all the layers of secrecy between them. ]
You jumped to discussing someone else without clarifying. Then back to how you can't instruct me.
How was I supposed to know the difference?
[ He's squinting through the fullness in his head, trying to reason out why this person went from throwing out curses in days prior to such indifference. ]
Is that all he said to you? My Sh- [ The name is strange on his tongue. ] ...Shen Qingqiu.
[ Shen Qingqiu unwittingly on the other side of overthinking things, staring at his device in mild confusion as he listens to Luo Binghe—including how he stumbles over his name when his inclination is to properly title their relationship. Shizun. For some reason, that... the word he doesn't finish stating hits him harder. Almost as strikingly different as hearing his name on Luo Binghe's lips. ]
Text is really a weird form of communication for you, isn't it... people get lazy when we talk like this. I'll try to be clearer.
I'm not sure why you want me to confront you. I can't yell at you to talk to someone about what you went through and expect to be heard, but if it helps, then yes, consider this me lecturing you that talking about what you went through is important! Very important! You died. You were dead. And from what I know, you were missed, and now you're back, and I don't know how that gets made okay.
So yeah, please talk to Noctis? Or anyone. Please don't keep just to yourself, at least not on this.
As for Shen Qingqiu, he's not a man of many words. He asked that I bring this to your attention, and that it might be of use. He didn't say anything specific or detailed or anything. Why?
See, that wasn't so hard. [ Voice heavy with amusement he chuckles, but lightly- teasing. ] Was it?
[ Too many years spent gearing one's self towards obedience is a good enough reason to bend to the right encouragement. But he'll have to find something else to crutch on as an excuse for his outright enjoyment of being mother-henned. ]
You've already yelled at me twice so far. There's no reason to be shy about it now.
[ That's another thing about this person that he wants to twist around in his hands, just to feel out for the right reaction. Why there's a tangible distance, a coldness to their actions, that feels a little forced. His only guess that perhaps Shen Qingqiu had said or done something to make this stranger give Binghe a wider berth. But apparently that assumption was far off the mark. ]
[ It was impossibly hard, you cretin! There's no one here to not roll his eyes in front of, so he rolls his eyes. It's... admittedly odd being able to identify a tease in Luo Binghe's tone of voice, but he wonders if that has more to do with the time spent apart than the fact he was always sassy, just debatably subtle about it.
He rubs at his face and sighs. Binghe, Binghe, Binge... he worries about you! ]
I'm starting to wonder if you just like being yelled at in text. (,,#ﾟДﾟ)
Now that your curiosity's been met, is there anything else I need to yell at you about before I go or was telling you to give Noctis a call enough? Do it! No excuses!
Face to face is better. But I'd settle for a real conversation.
[ It feels infinitely more level, not this bizarrely skewed form of communication that is only all the more complicated now that this person has his name, Shen Qingqiu's and far, far too much knowledge of his circumstances.
When he knows nothing about them. ]
You're the one who refuses to actually speak to me.
[ Does this mean if he says 'Yes' this person will listen and actually loiter around until he's finished talking? Binghe's not above testing the theory, while adding a little twist to satisfy another thing he's been left to wonder over. ]
Maybe. [ He's quiet for a moment, considering something. ] Did you still want to hear a story?
[ ... He wants to be yelled at in person? That just sounds dangerous! Besides, Binghe, you really don't like the concept of Anonymous, do you? Though perhaps anyone who wasn't his Shizun would have introduced themselves... or not, considering the larger context, independent of Luo Binghe himself. ]
Voices can be seen even if not heard.
A story? [ He frowns, trying to see if there's anything in this to try and catch him out. Catch out Anon, yes, probably, Binghe's been sussing out "Anon" this whole time. But... is it a real danger? ] I'm willing to listen to any story you choose to share.
It's not a voice if you can't hear it. But go ahead, keep your secrets.
[ They could debate over the semantics of this forever, and Luo Binghe is stubborn enough that he very well might continue to press the issue if he thought any headway was on the horizon. Because, no. He really doesn't like the Anonymous function when the person behind it is trudging around in his personal matters. But whoever it is that he's talking to seems vastly more determined than he is to maintain their anonymity and deny him even a name, real or fabricated. ]
You'll listen to all of it? [ Maybe not all at once, but. ] No matter what I decide on?
[ Giving him that much control is dangerous. Although this mysterious stranger could pretend to listen or drop the conversation altogether if he settles on something dull. They're not obligated to stay. They can't be forced when he doesn't know who they are. But being given this much freedom... He doesn't know what to make of it.
True, this person had been the one to ask for this. They're the one who got this ball rolling by wanted to hear Binghe's voice in the first place. So he's not sure why it suddenly feels turned around on him, as though he's the one that needs to feel out for permission. ]
[ Look if it's a story of horrible things he's going to sit here possibly wanting to cry, but he'll listen. This is all an elaborate accidental lie, and he kind of hates it? Actually doesn't like it. Even as he likes, to some extent, talking a little with Binghe without the weight of everything else stilling his tongue—like always. ]
I will. No matter what you decide on.
[ He's not going to live to regret those words. This is fine! ]
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One plus one tends to equal two. By the same logic, for things of which I'm not qualified to say, isn't silence better?
I don't know. It seems worthwhile talking to someone who may understand who doesn't have a history with you. There's no bias there, no expectation. This Anon cannot advise on death here because this Anon has not died here. Nor has this Anon ever dealt with deaths like this before this place. What would you have me lecture on? My encouragement is following your Shen Qingqiu's request by offering you the opportunity to choose to talk or not with one who has stated his willingness.
For what value it has, I believe he is a sincere individual.
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[ Even for the overly social, two short conversations do not feel like nearly enough to call having any kind of past with someone. Then there's all this talk that suggests this stranger may expect anything or hold biases of him. Is all of that even possible to build from such a brief level of interaction? ]
We've spoken twice. Unless you'd like to correct me on that.
[ At the mention of 'his' Shen Qingqiu Luo Binghe's head feels like it's been locked in a vice, the phrasing somehow giving him an instant headache over things said and unsaid behind those words. Ones he wants to turn into questions or argue, but overwhelm entirely until he's batting it all aside to chase out others as a hand rubs at the ache in his skull. ]
...What do you expect out of me?
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Not you and I. You and Shen Qingqiu. Or so I assumed when he asked me to pass this along, as if it would be easier to take or leave from a stranger than from him. Or you two may have already spoken on these things. This Anon has no way to know.
My expectation is you choose to do, or not do, as you see fit with the information I've provided on the request of two persons: Noctis himself, and then Shen Qingqiu. Nothing more or less.
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[ Because for whatever reason, this person has caught enough of his interest that he actually tries to figure them out, to whatever degree is even possible with all the layers of secrecy between them. ]
You jumped to discussing someone else without clarifying. Then back to how you can't instruct me.
How was I supposed to know the difference?
[ He's squinting through the fullness in his head, trying to reason out why this person went from throwing out curses in days prior to such indifference. ]
Is that all he said to you? My Sh- [ The name is strange on his tongue. ] ...Shen Qingqiu.
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Text is really a weird form of communication for you, isn't it... people get lazy when we talk like this. I'll try to be clearer.
I'm not sure why you want me to confront you. I can't yell at you to talk to someone about what you went through and expect to be heard, but if it helps, then yes, consider this me lecturing you that talking about what you went through is important! Very important! You died. You were dead. And from what I know, you were missed, and now you're back, and I don't know how that gets made okay.
So yeah, please talk to Noctis? Or anyone. Please don't keep just to yourself, at least not on this.
As for Shen Qingqiu, he's not a man of many words. He asked that I bring this to your attention, and that it might be of use. He didn't say anything specific or detailed or anything. Why?
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[ Too many years spent gearing one's self towards obedience is a good enough reason to bend to the right encouragement. But he'll have to find something else to crutch on as an excuse for his outright enjoyment of being mother-henned. ]
You've already yelled at me twice so far. There's no reason to be shy about it now.
[ That's another thing about this person that he wants to twist around in his hands, just to feel out for the right reaction. Why there's a tangible distance, a coldness to their actions, that feels a little forced. His only guess that perhaps Shen Qingqiu had said or done something to make this stranger give Binghe a wider berth. But apparently that assumption was far off the mark. ]
Curiosity. [ Which is nothing but the truth. ]
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He rubs at his face and sighs. Binghe, Binghe, Binge... he worries about you! ]
I'm starting to wonder if you just like being yelled at in text. (,,#ﾟДﾟ)
Now that your curiosity's been met, is there anything else I need to yell at you about before I go or was telling you to give Noctis a call enough? Do it! No excuses!
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[ It feels infinitely more level, not this bizarrely skewed form of communication that is only all the more complicated now that this person has his name, Shen Qingqiu's and far, far too much knowledge of his circumstances.
When he knows nothing about them. ]
You're the one who refuses to actually speak to me.
[ Does this mean if he says 'Yes' this person will listen and actually loiter around until he's finished talking? Binghe's not above testing the theory, while adding a little twist to satisfy another thing he's been left to wonder over. ]
Maybe. [ He's quiet for a moment, considering something. ] Did you still want to hear a story?
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Voices can be seen even if not heard.
A story? [ He frowns, trying to see if there's anything in this to try and catch him out. Catch out Anon, yes, probably, Binghe's been sussing out "Anon" this whole time. But... is it a real danger? ] I'm willing to listen to any story you choose to share.
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[ They could debate over the semantics of this forever, and Luo Binghe is stubborn enough that he very well might continue to press the issue if he thought any headway was on the horizon. Because, no. He really doesn't like the Anonymous function when the person behind it is trudging around in his personal matters. But whoever it is that he's talking to seems vastly more determined than he is to maintain their anonymity and deny him even a name, real or fabricated. ]
You'll listen to all of it? [ Maybe not all at once, but. ] No matter what I decide on?
[ Giving him that much control is dangerous. Although this mysterious stranger could pretend to listen or drop the conversation altogether if he settles on something dull. They're not obligated to stay. They can't be forced when he doesn't know who they are. But being given this much freedom... He doesn't know what to make of it.
True, this person had been the one to ask for this. They're the one who got this ball rolling by wanted to hear Binghe's voice in the first place. So he's not sure why it suddenly feels turned around on him, as though he's the one that needs to feel out for permission. ]
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I will. No matter what you decide on.
[ He's not going to live to regret those words. This is fine! ]