( yin han taps into that which he'll come to rely on in the future: the best example or the worst of mind over matter. he takes a shaking breath and doesn't nod, not meaning to make it worse, grateful for ash catching him but also trying to shift more of his own weight back on the arm he's got braced on the bed. he really does not want to be more trouble than he already has been, and though he recognizes it as a grim joke, he also has no intentions of dying even if that would be easier.
it takes a while for him to reply, bleary gaze caught on the ends of ash's hair. soft, he thinks and is reminded of summer. )
I really am...very sorry. Ah...
( it doesn't hurt, he tells himself. he lies. he breathes. it doesn't hurt. he's fine.
it's not important.
blinking, his vision stabilizes a little and he adds, still sounding a bit too out of breath for the norm, like he can't completely calm himself even though he's insistent on it at the same time. )
... I don't know why they attacked.
( not in specifics. he can guess. take stabs in the dark. but the world is much bigger than yin han could ever imagine, and the same can be said for its underbelly. it would be an understatement at this point to call him out of his element, but he also knows he has few choices.
run away. find a route into cheng jingsen's world. with this newest altercation he has some sense the former is what most people would choose.
but yin han isn't most people. he'd rather die trying to get revenge for his mother and sister than disappear into miserable anonymity, a worse death in his opinion. unconsciously his hands have both wound up in the blanket, white and too tight, but he's stopped swaying at least, and his breaths come out a little less ragged. )
emerges from the dead, feel free to ignore though if too old 100% understandable!
it takes a while for him to reply, bleary gaze caught on the ends of ash's hair. soft, he thinks and is reminded of summer. )
I really am...very sorry. Ah...
( it doesn't hurt, he tells himself. he lies. he breathes. it doesn't hurt. he's fine.
it's not important.
blinking, his vision stabilizes a little and he adds, still sounding a bit too out of breath for the norm, like he can't completely calm himself even though he's insistent on it at the same time. )
... I don't know why they attacked.
( not in specifics. he can guess. take stabs in the dark. but the world is much bigger than yin han could ever imagine, and the same can be said for its underbelly. it would be an understatement at this point to call him out of his element, but he also knows he has few choices.
run away. find a route into cheng jingsen's world. with this newest altercation he has some sense the former is what most people would choose.
but yin han isn't most people. he'd rather die trying to get revenge for his mother and sister than disappear into miserable anonymity, a worse death in his opinion. unconsciously his hands have both wound up in the blanket, white and too tight, but he's stopped swaying at least, and his breaths come out a little less ragged. )