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(( The sepia-toned face on the screen is that of a person lovely enough to be a woman. Well, perhaps less lovely for the severe (read: cranky) look carved into those delicate features. His lips are downturned and a deep crease resides between his brows. His long black hair is tied back in a topknot with braids worked throughout. The robes he wears speak of an older time, perhaps they're a distant cousin to the kimono he's seen so much since arriving.

There's a moment of silence before he finally speaks, a natural tenor though he tries to keep the pitch lower. ))

I understand we're encouraged to form bonds in this strange place. How fare those who choose not to?

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Mine is a violent life.

[mourningjade]

Yet there is kindness.

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Is there?

[mourningjade]

I sense some.

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It must be my Lord's soft-heartedness affecting me.

[mourningjade]

Your Prince?

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His eldest son.

[mourningjade]

He is a good man.

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(( Nostalgia plays across his features along with something that looks like guilt. ))

He was.

[mourningjade]

Lost too? (Goodness. His heart hurts for this man.)

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Yes.

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My condolences. (He isn't a demonstrative man, but it feels wrong to just...leave it like that.) Lan Xichen is my brother. We are available to help.

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(( He opens his mouth to speak but it's as if the words are stuck. ))

You have my gratitude.

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Not necessary. (They are human and everyone deserves support.)