[He knows Dan Heng doesn't like how dangerous it is, but...]
Being dragged into the Spirit Realm is my fate. There is no way that the beast will wait until I die to collect, not with how violent it is... and it wants to hurt other people. I refuse to live the rest of my life in fear of the inevitable.
[There's a similar resolution in Blade's eyes, also. He looks less like the depressed, emotionally dead man who Dan Heng first met, and more like the shade of a fiery blacksmith from another age.]
I am. I'm going to make a pact with Venti in order to do it. If you came to help... it would be dangerous for you moreso than anyone else. You realize that, don't you? It knows who you are, and it despises you.
[He closes his eyes for a moment.]
... Still, I won't tell you not to come. If I lose myself, you are likely the only person who can drag me back out of it. There are places that even healing music and Kafka's words cannot reach, but we've been to those places before.
[He meets that gaze without shying away. The candle-flame in his eyes burns as bright as ever.]
I promise. I'll need to do something with my hands, though, or else you'll wish you'd left me in hell. [He says this with a sharp-toothed grin. He's only half kidding... He really does feel the constant urge to create, and he knows he's a terrible patient because of it.]
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Being dragged into the Spirit Realm is my fate. There is no way that the beast will wait until I die to collect, not with how violent it is... and it wants to hurt other people. I refuse to live the rest of my life in fear of the inevitable.
[There's a similar resolution in Blade's eyes, also. He looks less like the depressed, emotionally dead man who Dan Heng first met, and more like the shade of a fiery blacksmith from another age.]
I am. I'm going to make a pact with Venti in order to do it. If you came to help... it would be dangerous for you moreso than anyone else. You realize that, don't you? It knows who you are, and it despises you.
[He closes his eyes for a moment.]
... Still, I won't tell you not to come. If I lose myself, you are likely the only person who can drag me back out of it. There are places that even healing music and Kafka's words cannot reach, but we've been to those places before.
[He meets that gaze without shying away. The candle-flame in his eyes burns as bright as ever.]
I promise. I'll need to do something with my hands, though, or else you'll wish you'd left me in hell. [He says this with a sharp-toothed grin. He's only half kidding... He really does feel the constant urge to create, and he knows he's a terrible patient because of it.]