A little tired, I suppose, now that I've taken on Lady Furina's responsibilities in addition to my own.
[ He does not say it, but he feels whole after a lifetime of aching for a fundamental part of his being that the Usurpers had taken from him. No combination of words in any human language could accurately convey that sense of being complete once more. Yet that feeling is tinged with something melancholy; Focalors had died for this and he will always carry the burden of knowing that his power was not returned to him without sacrifice. ]
It's going to take some time to get fully accustomed to governing the nation by myself. But that aside, I'm faring as well as can be despite being busier than ever before.
[ A selfish part of him wants her to take up the mantle once more because he already misses governing the nation together with her as they had done for over centuries; despite their differences, they were like the ebb and flow of an oceanic tide and working together simply felt right. But he ignores that ugly little voice in the back of his mind because he would never voice that thought out loud when he knows how much Furina hated her role. She deserves to simply rest for as long as she wants to and then live out the rest of her mortal life pursuing the things that had been denied her for centuries.
He only wishes for her remaining years to bring her joy and fulfillment.
Adjusting his hold on the vishap, he strokes a hand over its back as he looks Zhongli in the eye, as though waiting for him to ask something. Like why the Seven are now the Six; surely he must've felt something when the divine throne shattered? ]
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[ He does not say it, but he feels whole after a lifetime of aching for a fundamental part of his being that the Usurpers had taken from him. No combination of words in any human language could accurately convey that sense of being complete once more. Yet that feeling is tinged with something melancholy; Focalors had died for this and he will always carry the burden of knowing that his power was not returned to him without sacrifice. ]
It's going to take some time to get fully accustomed to governing the nation by myself. But that aside, I'm faring as well as can be despite being busier than ever before.
[ A selfish part of him wants her to take up the mantle once more because he already misses governing the nation together with her as they had done for over centuries; despite their differences, they were like the ebb and flow of an oceanic tide and working together simply felt right. But he ignores that ugly little voice in the back of his mind because he would never voice that thought out loud when he knows how much Furina hated her role. She deserves to simply rest for as long as she wants to and then live out the rest of her mortal life pursuing the things that had been denied her for centuries.
He only wishes for her remaining years to bring her joy and fulfillment.
Adjusting his hold on the vishap, he strokes a hand over its back as he looks Zhongli in the eye, as though waiting for him to ask something. Like why the Seven are now the Six; surely he must've felt something when the divine throne shattered? ]