[It's not Dan Heng, it's true. This time it really is Dan Feng, just... a horribly twisted version of him. The prospect of letting Dan Feng go again is just... too much, just yet.
He sighs, nodding in resigned agreement, and then pulls his knees to his chest and puts his face in them.]
She doesn't exist, in his reality. But he's sharp enough to figure it out, with the information I gave him about ours.
There is a line of separation you ought to keep, Dan Heng.
[With a sigh, he lifts his head enough to give him that melancholy smile.]
I was not party to her creation, nor did I have the means to sway her fate in the end... or any of their fates. What they did then and what I have done since are separate matters.
There's no need for thanks. She is... the embodiment of the happiness we all wished for, back then.
[He means that, truly. The warmth and joy they shared when things were good, and the dreams none of them could ever fulfill -- all of it survived the tragedy, in her. And besides, she's just a good girl. He likes her for who she is, independent of how she came to be.]
It's not that. I just... I've heard such wonderful and horrible things today, back and forth, that I cannot help but wonder if this is all some fevered dream.
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He sighs, nodding in resigned agreement, and then pulls his knees to his chest and puts his face in them.]
She doesn't exist, in his reality. But he's sharp enough to figure it out, with the information I gave him about ours.
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[He laughs, though it's sad and he's still staying curled up.]
And, of course, I am incredibly manipulative.
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[With a sigh, he lifts his head enough to give him that melancholy smile.]
I was not party to her creation, nor did I have the means to sway her fate in the end... or any of their fates. What they did then and what I have done since are separate matters.
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...Thank you. For taking care of her.
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[He means that, truly. The warmth and joy they shared when things were good, and the dreams none of them could ever fulfill -- all of it survived the tragedy, in her. And besides, she's just a good girl. He likes her for who she is, independent of how she came to be.]
Watching over her is a privilege.
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Why do people keep saying these things to him today!?]
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just starts laughing. At least it's a more genuine laugh this time?? It's just. Also a little manic. It's been a long day.]
What an absurd place this has turned out to be!
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[He takes a slow breath and leans back against the wall, turning his head to press the un-bloodied side of his face against it.]
...My head hurts.