[ He does, actually… but he sighs and shakes his head instead of pressing. ]
Your happiness is killing people, obviously. Do you use your audiomancy to do it? You must involve it in some way, if you went through the trouble to create it.
An astute observation, Wuxian. I created audiomancy as a means to pursue my happiness. Maman and Papa insisted that I seek it out at all costs, after all.
[And if he never learns the true meaning of happiness, he's more than ready to die trying.]
With a snap of my fingers, I can twist bodies into mincemeat and strip flesh from bone! Aah... Just imaging it has me tremblement! Nothing makes me happier than hearing the sounds of destruction!
[ As much as he loathes to admit it, Wei Wuxian has delighted in similar horrors. Scaring someone to death as a look of horror is frozen onto their face for the rest of time, forcing them to eat their own words by shoving a chair leg down their throat, clawing at the flesh on their own legs and going so mad with hunger that they eat it, unable to stop themselves.
…
Revenge is twisted and sickening, but it is oh so very sweet.
[Please, don't mind the laughter— he's simply amused that Wei Wuxian honed in on the correct conclusion as quickly as he did. There's no shame in admitting it— not with Lobelia.]
Naturellement! I keep a record of every life I snuff out within the conques I carry. Every scream, every cry, every splintering bone! Magnifique, wouldn't you agree?
[That's a silly question, his tone seems to suggest before letting loose a wistful sigh.]
Ah, but I was sadly robbed of my beloved archive when I woke up in this place. I can no longer listen to my late Papa and Maman as I so loved to do. La tragédie!
[ ...Was there something that triggered the killing of his own parents? Wei Wuxian can't help but wonder, but he decides that he doesn't want to find out right now. ]
Well, we all have to leave the nest one day. Consider this your first foray into the real world.
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[What does WWX want him to do? Come out and confess that he's a no good stinky criminal? He's more or less done that already.]
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Your happiness is killing people, obviously. Do you use your audiomancy to do it? You must involve it in some way, if you went through the trouble to create it.
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[And if he never learns the true meaning of happiness, he's more than ready to die trying.]
With a snap of my fingers, I can twist bodies into mincemeat and strip flesh from bone! Aah... Just imaging it has me tremblement! Nothing makes me happier than hearing the sounds of destruction!
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Revenge is twisted and sickening, but it is oh so very sweet.
And just like that… it clicks. ]
You record those sounds, don’t you?
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[Please, don't mind the laughter— he's simply amused that Wei Wuxian honed in on the correct conclusion as quickly as he did. There's no shame in admitting it— not with Lobelia.]
Naturellement! I keep a record of every life I snuff out within the conques I carry. Every scream, every cry, every splintering bone! Magnifique, wouldn't you agree?
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Do you listen to those sounds back often?
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[That's a silly question, his tone seems to suggest before letting loose a wistful sigh.]
Ah, but I was sadly robbed of my beloved archive when I woke up in this place. I can no longer listen to my late Papa and Maman as I so loved to do. La tragédie!
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So you killed them too?
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[A round of applause for Wei Wuxian!]
I'm homesick, you might say. I yearn for the cries of Maman and Papa, but alas, I must go without.
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Well, we all have to leave the nest one day. Consider this your first foray into the real world.
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[And intriguing, he supposes, but he'll see what future conversations with Wei Wuxian hold.]
Until then, friend.
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