Pieceful times. Finally.
Home.
But something is stopping Ah Xian from being his old self. The deaths he had had to witness? All the lowliness of humans he had seen? All the darkness he had survived? All the deaths he had made to happen.
And a loss. You are not equals anymore with your brother, with anione. You're not even a weakly human. You are potentially lothsome creature who is using dark arts and showing disrespect to the righteous way of sward. There's no way you can tell them you can even hold it properly now - they'll cease counting with him at all. He can't allow that to occur.
But...
There's your sister. When you were talking with her, Asami thought how pure she was despite everything she had to go through. Of course, she experienced less then her brothers, especially Ah Xian but the dark times have their toll on everyone. Asami seemed to understand why Ah Xian doesn't shun her while he is distansing himself from his brother. She is the light. Just mild warm light - not pressing, or pushing or whatever. She just shines for him whenever he needs it. And he can just be with her cuddled in that revitalizing light. Being his old lighter self.
He is blessed with his sister and brother who love him dearly and he realizes this ones again.
And he thinks smiling 'Maybe going back to the good old times isn't that difficult'.



What's more you've got a person you like. 'Not too much' though. Not to let ot become a shackle on your neck. But when you were saying that... there was such soft expression on your face combined with a childlike naughty one - the expression you show only two people - Senior Sister and Lan Zhan...

The latter, in the meantime, is breaking family rules. With face as unperturbed as ever.
Since parting with you, he has been constantly practicing new scores for spiritual clensing. Even forbidden ones. All the time thinking of... Asami guessed, not humanity.



It's amazing how travelling through worlds of stories you can slow down when things look up, basking in peaceful times. And go to sleep while it's not yet morning. It's also funny how, on the other hand, you rush through the story when the situation deteriorates, unable to let it go.