( the longer yin han is conscious, the easier it is for him to follow ash's words, though he gets the impression he's keeping things simple for him; he's grateful. even in this short period of time, he's become more trusting, more relaxed. yin han still really knows nothing of this world, though he's run into it blind and at full speed hoping to achieve something helplessly reckless.
a something he is reminded of again when ash asks that question.
for a moment, all of yin han's loss and sense of being lost flickers across his whole person. then he blinks and it's gone, replaced with soft neutrality as he offers ash a meaningless smile. )
I don't.
( his head throbs, vision swimming. the smile falls and he raises one pale hand to his temple. everything feels so heavy.
part of him knows he needs to say something else, but he doesn't know what. incapable of leaving just yet, he wonders if he should ask forgiveness in addition to his gratitude, but he has to swallow down another more vile wave of nausea even as he has that thought. )
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a something he is reminded of again when ash asks that question.
for a moment, all of yin han's loss and sense of being lost flickers across his whole person. then he blinks and it's gone, replaced with soft neutrality as he offers ash a meaningless smile. )
I don't.
( his head throbs, vision swimming. the smile falls and he raises one pale hand to his temple. everything feels so heavy.
part of him knows he needs to say something else, but he doesn't know what. incapable of leaving just yet, he wonders if he should ask forgiveness in addition to his gratitude, but he has to swallow down another more vile wave of nausea even as he has that thought. )