[Zhou Fei watches Seren, a slow smirk inching up his face the longer it takes his balii to say anything. Even then, Seren's first words are aborted sentences and Zhou Fei knows that he rarely renders the other completely speechless. A good start, he hopes, a proper start to repairing the damage he's caused.]
I studied.
[And, more importantly,] I... I know what these truly mean now.
[He draws his hands back to run his fingers over the raised scars on his shoulders, where Seren wrote his loyalty and love into his skin. Why had Zhou Fei doubted and questioned and confronted for so long? Why did he keep falling back into the same attitudes as a boy from Raksa?] Balii, let me make it up to you.
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I studied.
[And, more importantly,] I... I know what these truly mean now.
[He draws his hands back to run his fingers over the raised scars on his shoulders, where Seren wrote his loyalty and love into his skin. Why had Zhou Fei doubted and questioned and confronted for so long? Why did he keep falling back into the same attitudes as a boy from Raksa?] Balii, let me make it up to you.