[Jin Ling doesn't miss the motion, gaze shifting to the sword. It... looks all too familiar. Feels all too familiar, when he thinks about it for a moment, with his hand on the hilt of Suihua-- still, he can only see part of the hilt.
It could not be, truly.]
Then what's the name of your wife?
[Both a challenge of the man's convictions - if the soreness is caused by a hatred for the idea, or feeling accused of what he secretly does - and a question to truly know.]
Sheds tears of shame
It could not be, truly.]
Then what's the name of your wife?
[Both a challenge of the man's convictions - if the soreness is caused by a hatred for the idea, or feeling accused of what he secretly does - and a question to truly know.]