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I've gotten a lot better with my drinks, thank you kindly! I think sticking to one type helps keep my pranking fingers at bay. Jeez, I'm actually pretty long overdue for a good pranking... maybe Master Diluc ... maybe Miss Lisa...

Gah! Now you have me thinking of pranks, stop that.

[ He's trying to be good! Although, Zhongli may find it more bothersome to think back on spilled drinks, isn't that just life? A bunch of spilled drinks? They had a good laugh, even if Venti ran for his life in the process of it.

Even now... he thinks of it from time to time. ]

My timing is as it needs to be. I'll arrive promptly at the outskirts of Mondstadt's east gate and give you the best tour. The history, the gossip, and the best company you can expect. Just... let's avoid the church, eh? The sisters have been a bit agitated lately.

[ Funny enough, Venti's already taking down notes in a small leather notebook – all key points of his city and the people he'd introduce Zhongli to. Little stars and hearts around important bullet items line the paper, but... he stops between messages to soak it in. It's funny how the tables have turned...

Morax is not dead. That news brought him such joy, just as Venti's awakening must have done the same to the geo archon. The bard can't help but smile a bit wider. ]

There's just a few rules you have to follow. Ready to hear them?

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[ his threshold for Barbatos' foolery was usually high – he tolerated everything from his little barbs to wine being poured over his head. they butt heads due to conflicts in their nature, but nothing had ever been malicious. freedom and fine print seemed like a dichotomy, and politics occasionally resonated to something that was more personal. the thought hadn't really passed Zhongli's mind in all of his planning for his final day as Liyue's Geo Archon – he'd left more than Venti wondering to his fate.

but he couldn't give; he had to be sure.

it takes him off-guard. he hadn't expected Venti's ire from a strictly political and practical decision on his part. (practical, right?) with Celestia hovering above, the Abyss below, and erosion ahead of them, he had to make a move before a move was made at him.

there's a stony look on his face as he regards him, tries to reason out Venti's frustration that stems from his own concerns. then he crosses his arms over his chest, quiet for a moment. ]

From the last I heard, the Anemo Archon had taken it upon himself to slumber for the last five-hundred years. There had been no word to Liyue of when he would awaken, or under what circumstances he could be called. [ Venti's not the only one who can be a little bratty, Zhongli just manages to look put together when he is. ] This could not be left for another year while I tried to uncover your current state, it wouldn't be fair to Liyue's people. It wasn't a slight against you.

[ just a decision made at the removal of certain personal feelings – though he still looks as if he may be trying to reason what those may be. ]

[ There were reasons their borders were open, why many beyond the archons traveled so freely between Mondstadt and Liyue. They ruled similarly enough without cruelty and instead a love for their people. It was different enough to help infuse cultures that complimented one another, honestly. Their people didn't live in fear, didn't abuse the land – even with two stark differences in how they ruled... things turned out better than to be expected.

Except, y'know, when archons drew hypocrisy like a breath of air.

He remembers the bell's call far into the evening, as Master Diluc poured a few glasses free of charge once the news hit of the archon's death. It was all awkward. One part bitterness, one part confusion.

Maybe Venti was foolish enough to think a certain rock really would survive the erosion of time.

Regardless, here and now his form was not of old. He quite promptly calls Venti out where he defensively drops the core of his fruit and gives an accusing wag of his finger. ]

That's different! [ It's not, but a bard weaves stories and lies just as easily past their lips. ] Sleep and a body being tossed so carelessly among the masses are two different things.

[ Sleep would offer hope, no matter how cruel.

The point was moot. Venti avoids any worry of his slight distaste for Celestia, he doesn't mourn the people lost to time, and he certainly doesn't mince words with Morax. He even goes as far as to stand on his tip-toes to fight off the red of his face – to challenge his old friend's logic.]

Then say you're sorry. With all the power in your chest. Give me an apology for not trusting me with your burden.

[ And, he realizes halfway he'll fail – so he demands a quick closure. Refusing to confront a difficult realization. Past Zhongli, Venti spots Flora bringing her batches of flowers to the stall for the morning. Just a little bit longer and he'd have a better leeway away from topics that frustrate him. ]

Then we can continue on without ruining the day.

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[ it always seems like their true conflict in nature when Barbatos gets emotional and Morax challenges it with duty. it had never been an issue with trust, just ... that he hadn't thought of it. during his own planning, there wasn't room for emotion, only the ends of what came from it. he had been determined in his own test, despite how it may have ended up hurting people.

though there were other matters there, as well. ]

You misunderstand – I hadn't known that you had awakened. Even if I had, the timing would have been so slim that any message would have been intercepted, causing the entire plan to fall apart. Liyue Harbor is currently occupied by a Fatui Harbinger – [ one center to his plot ] – and he needed to play his part.

...

[ the frown deepens, and the basket hanging between his crossed arms trembles just a little as his fingers tighten on the adjacent arm.

but all of this isn't the heart of it, is it? for a moment, he mulls it over again – the impossibility of all of it. did it matter that he couldn't reach Barbatos? he would still be making the same face at him, troubled and hurt over a choice that seemed like a necessity.

then he sounds a little more gentle. ]

Though I didn't mean to deceive you, nor cause you pain. For that, I apologize.

[ he could follow that up with other things. how Barbatos slept in the aftermath of the Cataclysm, and Morax was left to bury himself in his duty for the five-hundred years afterward as the other Archons fell apart. ]

[ The bard shows his hand without even meaning to. The aloof nature of the wind, traveling far too fast for anyone to bottle and catch – it provided a safety net for him at times. It was truthfully unfair of Venti to rely on an apology as if it'd fix a problem – as if he deserved it in the first place. Rex Lapis was dead, leaving behind all remaining tethers to the world. Zhongli's plan was more than anything Venti could have constructed with Dvalin – it had things that couldn't be undone.

There were too many ways their paths skirted back and forth. Almost intersecting. Almost aligning. Venti didn't dare have a word leave about Barbatos – the subject still sensitive to him even now. He didn't have the weight of saying goodbye to his people so... definitively. There will be a time where his emotions will subside and Zhongli can properly call him out – but the pity he hears instead... the vulnerability?

It nearly makes his eyes tremble with uncertainty. Why was this a topic to broach? Why did it matter now that they were enjoying a market like two old friends catching up?

Questions that will pain him await, but he listens with his eyes cast down. ]

I didn't know much of – huh? Fatui? You're not getting mixed up with that, are you?

[ He nearly demands – pleads – that he doesn't but... he bites his tongue on that one. The apology sinks his heart into the pit of his stomach. He doesn't feel better and doesn't feel like he won some silly battle. A hand goes up to cover his mouth as he clears his throat. ]

'Tis all I wanted... [ He grumbles, trying his best not to feel guilty himself. He fails, of course, but he swallows it down since he's not going to drink for another few hours. He needed something to keep him going. ] The message now is clear, then. The world a little brighter to know Rex Lapis lives on in memories but Zhongli has a chance to acquire things he couldn't.

[ An awkward pause and light tease... ]

...I doubt Mondstadt would welcome a dragon slinking through the market.

Edited (oh my god, late typo fixing. SORRY. ) 2021-12-21 04:19 (UTC)

[ perhaps he should be more apologetic than he is. in all of his newfound flexibility that has unfurled over the last few millennia, he still valued duty over emotions, steadfast toward the goal he believed was right. if he had sent Barbatos word, things could have gone much differently.

he wondered if he would have been able to keep himself out of it. ]

They certainly didn't last time, though my presence would certainly alert your Acting Grand Master.

[ rumors of Dvalin's rampage had reached Liyue, after all. (also he took that way too seriously.)

Barbatos is angry, but it couldn't be helped. (he had been angry before too, and that also couldn't be helped.) there was still tension even after the bard tried to dissuade it. it was like Barbatos to side-step rather than confront, but these circumstances were different, and he knew these sorts of barbs well. there had been a lot of wounds being torn open again as Teyvat became restless. ]

Perhaps to sooth future wounds, you should send word of when you've awoken. You're not planning on laying yourself to rest again soon, are you?

[ look, he can be petty, and also he's not the only one who can't communicate. ]

[ Venti was a child at times. Shortsighted, but incredibly good-natured. If Morax needed help, he'd offer him refuge in Mondstadt. If he needed someone to speak with, he'd offer that readily into the wee hours of the morn over their favorite wines.

He missed out on this and feels a bit guilty. More guilty he couldn't help Morax than falling asleep? Go figure. ]

Jean? We're close. [ They aren't. But, he likes to have faith in her. He'd explain, push come to shove but – now Zhongli was here in another form, one far more suitable. ] But, this is best. You here, as you are now.

[ Dvalin's drama still was fresh – but hopefully? Resolved?

There's selfishness on the tip of his tongue. To dive into why he actually felt slighted over the choice of his fellow archon. Falling asleep and then offing oneself – to the biased party certainly were two different topics. He doesn't want to ruin the trip, to look at Zhongli with sadness rather than joy.

He's happy the man is here, enjoying retirement as he should be...

Until Zhongli speaks with a jab back. ]

What?! If I do, it'll be in the best bed at the inn or the arms of a lover, I'll tell you that!

[ He took offense. Crossing his arms and huffing along the way. Damn Morax... ]

Are we done with this? Can't we just be happy to have this reunion in the city of freedom?

[ Venti, you literally started this. ]

[ it's typical for Barbatos to sidestep responsibility while demanding amends in the same breath, then brush it all alway in favor of a good time. there is a lot of weight between them: hundreds of years of doing what they could for their nations, of wars and the Abyss and Celestia's vigilant gaze.

there's a breath that comes in through his nose and out his mouth. generally he's fairly content to take certain things in stride, but he feels like there are times where Barbatos just brings out the worst in him. ]

As you will. [ after a moment he sounds quieter, gentler, perhaps a reflection of how the years have turned sharp edges of stone smooth. ] When you decide the time is right to talk about these uncomfortable subjects, then perhaps they can be resolved. Time won't do you any graces here, Barbatos, the longer something goes ignored, the more violently it will emerge.

[ and he would hope that he was trusted enough that they could at least bear the discomfort together.

Teyvat was going through a transition, and after the traveler had asked him about Khaenri'ah – after Azhdaha emerged – he knew that there would be things that were buried that would come to light. there were contracts that kept him silent, but he knew that it wouldn't keep the traveler from eventually finding the truth, nor the Abyss from continuing their crusade. ]

[ He tends to matters that truly need him or holds his cards to his heart until right. Venti was incredibly sympathetic with his people – if he allowed himself to submit to the easiness of providing answers... then they'd never grow. But with Zhongli? With Morax? It's a little different.

He desperately wants to live a mortal life, to have the simplicity of a visitor from another land to show the city off proudly.

There's weight between them, heavier than a stone and no wind could budge it. ]

I wasn't aware you'd be bringing violence into the city walls. [ He knows what Zhongli means. Manners that were beyond them, beyond threats that loomed in the very lands they treasured. ] Can we just –

[ He nearly fumbles over the plea like a child trying to get out of a punishment for misbehaving. The reality is – he'd much more prefer this meeting be... ah. Joyous.

To focus on his falling apart plans, but the pride he feels in his city doesn't falter. The market can continue on. His arms slump a bit in defeat. Zhongli didn't necessarily deserve to... well, deal with this? ]

What do we need to discuss, friend? Siiiiiiigh, shall we find a table?

[ the two of them were always different in their approaches of rulership over their nations, particularly due to their conflicting natures. it had never been a source of discord, but instead a source of challenge. Zhongli would have never been able to loosen his grip on Liyue without inspiration from its neighbor, but that was a testament to their relationship. perhaps it was their mutual want to guide humanity that bridged the gap of common interest, or maybe that conflict of nature was a challenge in some respect.

with the basket still hanging from his elbow, Zhongli unravels his arms. the other rests between Venti's shoulders, light, something of a gesture of support that he's learned over the last thousand-or-so years. Barbatos may grate against him like nails against glass, but he's still one of his oldest friends. he can extend what he can to soften certain subjects that he knows are difficult to broach. ]

As long as you pace yourself this early in the morning.

[ though he knows the prospect of morning libations is probably tempting. ]

Though you should sit for what I'd like to tell you.

[ well, if that isn't foreboding there, Zhongli. ]

[ There's a bit of bitterness under it. That he bends so easily when it comes to Zhongli. He's tired, sure, but he is refusing to go down as an ungrateful and despondent host. Mondstadt had so much life in it first thing in the morning – he wondered what archon instilled that because it wasn't certainly his doing.

The touch makes his gaze tilt up, a curious and soft expression plastered upon his face. They had history, the kind built on triumph, turmoil and tragedy. It's the will of an archon – to foresee all of these through centuries of time. It was the natural course, just like discussions that need to happen would reveal truth that was unavoidable in the grand scheme of things.

For someone who moves through life without a single grasp stopping him – it's uncomfortable. Especially when Zhongli speaks like that.

The bard motions, off towards the shop and eatery Sara ran. They'd be open, undoubtedly taking advantage of the morning rush. ]

I may need one after you've spoken to me in such a manner!? Keep your judgment for outside of the city gate.

[ there were some discomforts that needed to be taken head on, and that was Zhongli's area of expertise. while he was never entirely good at managing and understanding the emotions of those around him (he's gotten better, but for someone like him, it was slow moving), he was good at approaching the uncomfortable.

there were some things Venti could run from, or that he could sleep through, but unfortunately this would not be one of them. it would serve them all better.

he takes everything in as much stride as someone like him can, slipping into the chair by Good Hunter and setting the basket down carefully. they stand out somewhat, but glances are short-lived as Mondstadt's citizens take note of Venti's company. ]

In favor of a Liyue governed by humans, I've forfeit my Gnosis. I've given it to the Cryo Archon through her Harbingers.

[ like this is a casual conversation. like this isn't A Lot.

after all of this, perhaps he's resigned to carrying a drunk Barbatos around for the rest of the day. ]

[ There's things that Zhongli does that confuse him. The grip he had once tight, almost cold – but even under a cool surface, the earth is warm. There's no doubt the love Morax has for his people. He'd be a fool to question it. Different in their rule, different in their manner – they wanted the same thing in the end. Their people to prosper generation after generation.

When Zhongli speaks, he doesn't know what to say. He himself had been considerably weaker, refusing to rule his people and covet the power their prayers and devotion gives to him. His own had been taken – and he's left wincing. ]

And why would you do that? We're not exactly on warm terms, you know. [ Bestie, why. ] You couldn't have just sailed off on a boat and left Liyue to its own devices?

[ He feels a tightness in his chest, of sadness and fear. For as many times as Venti insists things will be fine – it extends differently to Zhongli. ]

I suppose both of Gnoses are just off having fun together in her cold grasp.

[ Yeah, Venti gonna just slouch a bit and cross his arms. Hm. What a fun revelation so soon. ]

[ if only things were so simple. ]

No.

[ instead he did what he knew best: he made a contract. ]

A dead Archon is an Archon awaiting replacement. [ Celestia would be on that quickly – as quickly as they were with Ei and Makoto, and then with Naberius, and all their other friends left replaced. ] If I were to leave Liyue, then I would to allow the humans and Adepti to create their own terms. If the Gnosis could be passed on, as it would be, Celestia would again decide those terms.

[ this hadn't been a mistake, instead something that he had considered with care over the course of months – perhaps years – as all the players came onto the stage. it had been recently that Venti had awoken, but the gears had been turning in Snezhnaya for years now. ]

Though I'm curious how she pried yours away from you, under such circumstances.

[ while he knew Tartaglia was gearing up for a fight, he also knew that he could kick his ass back to Snezhnaya if needed. there wasn't a way that the Harbingers could remove his Gnosis by force, so Signora had been forced to negotiate. ]

[ The 'no' slices the short distance between them. Sobers Venti up considerably.

He was foolish to think Zhongli would come here without business. Without conversations that would put them both into a new sense of responsibility. Certainly not rule and archonhood, but a personal investment in their role for this new world.

As much as Venti complains about Zhongli being long-winded – his eyes shut to soak in each word. The husk of his voice didn't take away the tension, but it keeps Venti from speaking something stupid into existence.

Centuries hadn't changed that Zhongli is still Morax. Contracts, clauses, terms, purposefully tailored grey areas – Venti hates that he had this so specifically planned. The bitterness was long gone, buried under an understanding that he hates to admit. Part of the plan or not, Venti sits across from an old friend relieved to be so.

It could have ended way worse. ]

So the people mourn, the land moves on, and a man will face the mortal way of life; not a stone with its erosion, hm? Oh, Zhongli, it's not easy being this way!

[ A little light humor, a little dismissive handwave back and forth. Venti lives among his people and still finds it difficult to fully understand them. ]

... I don't lead Mondstadt. I don't covet their power, fuel myself their regards. The residual strength I have was because of their beliefs but I do not claim their accomplishments as mine, lead with my vision instead of theirs. [ Awkwardly, he was weak because of his ruling style but – is there more there? He pouts, he downplays but Signora taking his Gnosis was a feat in itself. It'll go to her head, undoubtedly. ] An unfortunate revelation... of letting go of the grasp on a nation.

[ But, Venti wouldn't have it any other way. ]

Maybe I'm still waking up, ahaha?

[ everything seems like business to him, and though he's been pulling at the threads and finding interest in other places. he's learning how to be leisurely, but it's a process.

perhaps it's easier to reason with Barbatos about this, as their values always seemed to align in the guidance of humans. they were the only two that were left with them, it seemed like. even though Morax had been hailed as the strongest among the Seven, he never thought of himself that way, and thus never thought of Barbatos as the weakest.

there were many kinds of strength. ]

A small consolation that you cannot be replaced.

[ they were a bridge between Celestia and Teyvat, and in order to ensure the safety of their people (even from Celestia), certain precautions needed to be taken. that didn't mean that Barbatos' autonomy couldn't be violated.

so, he has to ask. his tone gets lower, but it's surprisingly gentle. ]

Are you satisfied with that?

[ as Barbatos sits across from him, and what he's endured, he wonders if he will let this lie, or if he will make it into something else, as he tends to do. ]

Praise be. [ Almost sarcastic. Archonhood was a double-edged sword. They both have faced happiness seeing their people prosper, but does it take tragedy to get there? Loss and having the ones they care for simply fall between their fingers?

Venti feels a bit of conflict in his heart, but there was optimism there. Knowing that there was a traveler who was so devoted on his travels to help certain concurrent threads of fate. On paths that Venti and Zhongli, for whatever reason, do not travel on.

Zhongli's question makes his gaze tilt up. ]

All will be fine, my friend. If we don't allow it to be, what wings would we fly on? They grow tired over the years, shattered bones and lost feathers – it's best to let the free birds have their time to fly.

[ In his own weird way, it was to loosen the grasp. Mondstadt was once ran by a grip so tight it would choke the life out of its citizens... he didn't want to repeat that. ]

Do you trust me?

[ letting it lie means allowing the Tsaritsa's war on Heaven to continue to unfold. Zhongli isn't sold on it, but he can understand her rage. ]

After over two thousand years, you pose this question now? [ not that Barbatos was completely trustworthy in certain situations, but Morax could certainly trust him to do the right thing. ] You are many things, Barbatos, but untrustworthy is not one of them.

[ as sus as he is sometimes, really.

there's a hint of a twitch at the corner of one lip into a smile that seems to find the question amusing. perhaps he shouldn't – Barbatos looks, well, somewhat serious – but if Morax can find some irony in something, it's best to be appreciated. ]

Why not? It's not exactly a common occurrence we find ourselves across from one another, less in these forms – with these vulnerabilities.

[ To an outside eye, Zhongli was a Liyue visitor. Venti socializes with the best of them, seeing a dignitary from another land was not uncommon.

The reality they find themselves in now was not of fears that have rooted themselves into their hearts. Erosion and stolen freedom – those were so little to the current dilemma. ]

Then trust my words, heed them on a wind meant only for your skin – it is time we put faith in others. Truly.

[ Less in Celestia, less in themselves. Venti was never fond of it but he bites his tongue among company. He was too engulfed in living a mortal life, it seems. ]

Do you trust your choice? What do you hope to gain from what you've lost beyond... well, aha, the expected? You, not your people. [ Because Venti cares about what his old friend plans to do too. ] Do you even have a retirement plan ready? Any big adventure planned?

[ Yes, rapidfire Venti questions, go! ]

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[ sometimes Venti is flighty and shallow, sprawled out on the tavern floor after too much self-indulgence. sometimes his ballads are – ah, well, Zhongli would use the term artless. but there are certainly times when divinity peeks through, and he's beyond compare.

the focus shifts from the bigger picture and back to him.

Zhongli rests his arms on the table, shoulders still square and posture straight as Venti interrogates him. he allows the questions to continue without interruption before he answers. ]

Trust in my choices is also not something I lack. If the choice was wrong, then something can be done about it in the future. For now, the circumstances have been met, and I've made my decision. I stand by it.

As for the rest of your concerns ... [ Venti, buddy, he's very bad at relaxing. what did you expect? ] I've simply been enjoying the pleasures of entertainment that Liyue has to offer, there have been many mortal advancements in the years, and I'd like to enjoy them.

[ Venti talks about retirement like it was a choice rather than a necessity, as if Rex Lapis, himself, hadn't become somewhat irrelevant. ]

[ It had been a difficult conversation to have for many reasons. It forced them to truly accept the choices that needed to be made, react to what had happened, and take a step away from the player board.

Venti, however, felt like the grasp on the day had slipped from his hands – and there was no grasping it back. Bitterly, he looked to the conversation as a nuisance, but now? He supposed it was a necessity. ]

Good. I never doubt your resolve. Anything that opposes it, will face... how did it go? The wrath of the rock?

[ Sorry, he just is still giddy over that. ]

You need timeshare, my friend. Away from Liyue! [ A bold declaration follows as he tries to see things from his friend's perspective... Did he truly need to pull away from the nation? Even if the land had grown and Zhongli was curious... ] Perhaps you should invest in a place in Mondstadt – or a ship to sail you far off on grand adventures!

[ That was real retirement. ]

[ weight was never a good thing on a reunion. he didn't like letting things fester, it became a gaping wound that was far more difficult to heal. so he makes the stitches as soon as he can, weaving them together the best he knows how to. ]

A place in Mondstadt that you could occupy while I'm gone?

[ look, he doesn't doubt Venti's strides to Not Work and still Be Comfortable. even if he shooed him and kept the place locked up tight, he was certain that Venti would find his way in and make himself at home. ]

While I'm not needed in Liyue in the way Rex Lapis was, I'm still a consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. I intend to keep my occupation, as it's where many others know where to find me. A ship without a destination in mind would be ... [ a pause. ] reckless.

And you, are you still peddling songs for drinks?

[ Venti isn't blind in his own idealistic and flighty views – he understands more than ever that when something calls you, you must listen to it. ]

Ah? Are you offering? I could keep it tidy for you.

[ That wasn't his intention, but it certainly was a good perk, wasn't it? He likes the idea more and more. A safe haven for the two of them where they can drink, be merry, and brood if the time calls for it.

Venti, that's a commitment, booboo. ]

A ship without a destination serves its purpose. Tell me – do you know EVERYTHING you're going to do in a day the moment your eyes open up? Hmmm?

[ And then: ]

It's not peddling. It's performing! Don't undermine the art – it keeps my tongue wet and my soul fed.

[ it's a commitment and Morax would need a contract and oh, they don't have any mora. none. zip. zilcho. could Zhongli manage to get himself a free house? it's debatable, he may be able to swing it.

but would he? honestly, the Realm Within seems more comfortable. creating a little corner of an Adeptus Abode – yet he was living as a human now, his Exuvia still coiled in the Golden House. ]

Is it me that you're trying to convince? It sounds more like you may want to spread your wings to see a Teyvat five-hundred years since you last left it.

[ many, many things had changed. he knew Venti got bitten by the travel bug on occasion, off to see sights that couldn't be seen during the Archon War. it's how they had first met in Liyue, even if Morax huffed about it being reckless then, too. at that time he seemed more drab and serious about it, his face set in hard lines.

there wars something warmer about him now. ]

Has your – erm, performing reached anywhere beyond the corners of your nation since your awakening?

[ They're absolutely broke and it would be fortunate if they could afford an inn room, let alone a home. Go figure. The lavish rule of an Archon means nothing compared to drunkenly stumbling into one's own bed. Ah, one day, perhaps! ]

Ahhh, the world is so vast and unexplored, M– Zhongli. You'd be surprised what awaited you if you tried. Even just a few steps into the unknown can lead to – well, ehehe, more questions!

[ He isn't obtuse, but there's a lingering sense of lightness when Venti talks about what remains out there. For a bard who claims to know every song – past, present, and future... he really doesn't expand on how he speaks, huh? His knowledge was tightly held, a little opportunistic but an Archon also had to be survive the war. ]

I haven't, no. My people needed me here. Even if it was something as simple as entertaining... [ And, truthfully? He was still weak. ] Have you traveled since your "retirement", friend? I had thought to go to Liyue, you know. When word got around that... hm. You know.

[ And soon, Venti just presses his face into his palms and tilts his gaze up to the sky. ]

I didn't think I could face it. Your land.

[ there he goes, looking up like he still has wings.

out of the two of them, Barbatos was always far more sensitive, and far more in tune with his own emotions. Morax had been so militant and disconnected that he always seemed to know what was right without considering his own feelings, nor those of others. ]

All losses mount upon one another with time, until they eventually become unbearable. [ his arms rest on the table, gloved fingers near his elbows, folded neatly as if this were Liuli Pavilion. ] I would rather not witness the one that finally turns to shackles on your wrists. You look far better in the sky.

[ there's a quiet moment when he looks over those chattering and surrounding them, going about their day like it's any other. ]

I worry that it may be too much for you.

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