But there's something else, too. Despite the resemblance, the mannerisms, all of that—even Blade can see the differences. Yingxing had dedicated his life to revenge and the other Blade had, too, but all he cares about is making something that outlasts him.
... Maybe neither of them are truly like their past lives. Maybe Dan Heng is right (yet again).]
I never asked you to be Dan Feng. [Dan Heng's bristling doesn't bother him any. He turns back to the railing, and rests his elbows on it once more.] Not that I recall him in any great detail, anyway.
[He remembers the intensity of that fire, though. A love so passionate, and a life so changed...
But it's the accusation that the demon is his friend that makes Blade snarl. His lips pull back around his teeth.]
That thing isn't my friend. It's my prison warden. My executioner. But never, ever a friend.
[He peers at Dan Heng, one eye obscured by the angle and his hair.]
I do not recall selling my soul. It's just one more violation tallied on this body.
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But there's something else, too. Despite the resemblance, the mannerisms, all of that—even Blade can see the differences. Yingxing had dedicated his life to revenge and the other Blade had, too, but all he cares about is making something that outlasts him.
... Maybe neither of them are truly like their past lives. Maybe Dan Heng is right (yet again).]
I never asked you to be Dan Feng. [Dan Heng's bristling doesn't bother him any. He turns back to the railing, and rests his elbows on it once more.] Not that I recall him in any great detail, anyway.
[He remembers the intensity of that fire, though. A love so passionate, and a life so changed...
But it's the accusation that the demon is his friend that makes Blade snarl. His lips pull back around his teeth.]
That thing isn't my friend. It's my prison warden. My executioner. But never, ever a friend.
[He peers at Dan Heng, one eye obscured by the angle and his hair.]
I do not recall selling my soul. It's just one more violation tallied on this body.