[It was the late morning the next day when he found out that his double's father returned home. So later in the warm spring afternoon, wanting to be kind, because this is his double, his twin, almost like a brother, so when his double suffers, he suffers all the same too. It's in his nature to show support.
He gathers flowers, fruits, and a jar of honey that is all the rage in the Farmer's market. Flowers to cheer up and sweets to make it better. Now to offer company.]
If you like, I can come over. I can make tea and toast for you?
[ And, by this point, Sizhui has found out that (his) Zewu-jun has turned into a crystal. Which, to Sizhui's knowledge, happens when a moonblessed dies, particularly from lack of chroma.
And he knew that Hanguang-jun and himself may have been Zewu-jun's primary sources of chroma.
He is fine. Just fine. ]
I would like that, Elder brother. I may not be at my best right now, however.
[ At least he got the crying out, for once, last night. ]
[No, it's not fine. Never fine. A loss is a loss. It is never kind. It leaves a certain emptiness and grief. Support, he needs it now. Knowing himself, things are extra vulnerable when the two gentleman known to be powerful sect leaders that holds the Lan Clan together, who happens to the only family Sizhui grew up with.
Sizhui gathered ingredients from the farmer's market. He's determined to make that toast, nutella french toast to be exact. This treat and lunch will be entirely on him. It's a lovely spring day also with flowers blooming, wildflowers from the blossoms and fall of the tree, scattering over the city, and the weather is warm.]
You don't have to be your best. And I'm coming over. Let's have some sweets and tea.
[The older Sizhui shows up to his house and knocks on the door. When open, he stood there, petals of wildflowers stuck on his hair and robes, and no words needed to be said. He's going to give his twin and younger brother a hug.]
I did not mean overpreparing for this. But for simply... what may happen, is there overpreparation? No matter how much the training, how careful the preparation, there is always... something which takes one by surprise, isn't there?
[ And Sizhui makes a small noise but also burrows himself a little against the mirror of himself from another world. It takes a moment before he can even think enough to speak. ]
Thank you for coming, Elder brother.
Do you think we can make enough so I can take some to Senior Wei, later?
[ Of course he will help.
And even if Senior Wei is not in the mood for eating it, maybe he can still have a bite or two, and feel a little better, if only for a moment.
Yes, Hanguang-jun. My understanding may still be imperfect, but what it is is that cultivation and making life better for people as the main goals. The sword is an instrument. The music is also an instrument. And knowledge is an instrument. But none of them can achieve what is needed without a will and mind and discipline to make it all work together.
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