[he doesn't fight it. he leans on Yizhi with his full weight for a useless, terrible second, groping for the resentful energy he can still feel suffusing him down to the bone, almost growling in frustration to himself when once again his reach falls just short, and it slips free, despite being...right...there. he understands why he in particular might be leashed, but it doesn't mean he has to like the consequences.
that said, he wasn't always a demonic cultivator, and if he is good at anything, it is putting one foot in front of the other, and keeping on going, even if he has nothing to rely on at all. the shoulder under him is something. he gets his feet under him at last with its help, and with the bench for them to additionally steady themselves on. there's a couple of false starts still, because his knees feel like they've turned to water, but they'll get there.]
...okay. Let's try now. Don't--don't worry. I promise I won't die of qi deviation on top of you on the way, what a shitty thing to do to someone.
[his thoughts are moving much faster than his body still: Gao Yizhi can help him home, or at least somewhere they can sit again without risk of being overheard if he can think of somewhere, and then he can tell him what he saw. he wants the other factions to have at least a little warning of what he saw, to come up with their own theories and measures. this could be an opportunity of sorts.]
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[he doesn't fight it. he leans on Yizhi with his full weight for a useless, terrible second, groping for the resentful energy he can still feel suffusing him down to the bone, almost growling in frustration to himself when once again his reach falls just short, and it slips free, despite being...right...there. he understands why he in particular might be leashed, but it doesn't mean he has to like the consequences.
that said, he wasn't always a demonic cultivator, and if he is good at anything, it is putting one foot in front of the other, and keeping on going, even if he has nothing to rely on at all. the shoulder under him is something. he gets his feet under him at last with its help, and with the bench for them to additionally steady themselves on. there's a couple of false starts still, because his knees feel like they've turned to water, but they'll get there.]
...okay. Let's try now. Don't--don't worry. I promise I won't die of qi deviation on top of you on the way, what a shitty thing to do to someone.
[his thoughts are moving much faster than his body still: Gao Yizhi can help him home, or at least somewhere they can sit again without risk of being overheard if he can think of somewhere, and then he can tell him what he saw. he wants the other factions to have at least a little warning of what he saw, to come up with their own theories and measures. this could be an opportunity of sorts.]