@xuanyu-of-mo:
“My name is Mo XuanYu and I am alive,” he repeats, as if it’s something he knows by rote. He pets Minmo gently, considering.
Watches the tea pot brew, makes a decision, and speaks again.
“I don’t know who I am,” Mo XuanYu admits, whisper soft but loud enough to hear. “I don’t know where I came from or where I’m supposed to go. All I know is that it was dark for a really long time and then I was in the fog. I know I’m alive but I don’t know how long I’ve been alive.”
The answer unsettles Wen Chao, initially. Something about the confirmation, the reassurance. He quickly learns why.
Bringing the teapot over with a few cups, he sits down at the table and contemplates what he’s just been told.
“I don’t think telling you what I know of you would help much, but maybe... I mean, I was in the dark for a long time, too. But I had a better start than that. I was dead before. Maybe there’s a chance you were dead too.”
