I found an interesting thing, and it seemed like it would make an interesting tool. When I remembered it, I was angry and full of vengence and trying to win a war....
It was mostly a whim, because I could, I should have left it at the bottom of the lake. It almost killed me when I was whole, what an arrogant fool I was to think I could control it.
If they understand the theory I suppose they could. But, I have never taught anyone the theory. Copycats are only so capable. From what I understand only Xue Yang came close.
The full seal would have no doubt lead to a backlash, the imperfect one? Perhaps easier to deal with.
Even I, when I tried to destroy it... had trouble.
In moderation and proper protection, it can be balanced. It's not something that should be practiced alone. Without a counterweight... it's easy to lose yourself.
The negative emotions inherent in the practice... the influence of the dead... without moderation, the path is only one of instability.
It doesn't really matter now anyway. I backlashed and died.
But, I guess that wasn't enough, since look, Wei Wuxian is back! No rest for the wicked. But, it all workes out, so, I can't complain. If I had a choice I would definitely choose being alive again. A second life really puts things in perspective.
But, the past can't be changed, we can only step forward. There was no real path to take then, there was no option. The path of a cultivator had been lost no matter what.
How can you be to blame? You did nothing wrong. You had your own concerns.
It was my choice....
My decision....
The reason why surviving the burial mounds was so difficult... and why I had to take that dark path....
[It was hard to say, but he felt like he should. He owed that somehow. Yet, it felt a little wrong to share. Like he was sharing someone else's secret that they didn't know about. He didn't even know for sure if it would even be the same for them.
But... he still had to share for his own sake.]
After I came back, I no longer had my golden core. It was gone shortly before I disappeared for three months....
At the time it felt like the right thing to do. He was... he was so damaged. He didn't have a reason to live. I thought I would be fine, and, I had to protect him. It was my job, it was my duty. I had made a promise to take care of him.
I never told him. I never told anyone, though he found out in the end, and found out here as well.
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Did something happen? How do you know he has it? Did he do something?
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Why did you create such a weapon?
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It was mostly a whim, because I could, I should have left it at the bottom of the lake. It almost killed me when I was whole, what an arrogant fool I was to think I could control it.
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The full seal would have no doubt lead to a backlash, the imperfect one? Perhaps easier to deal with.
Even I, when I tried to destroy it... had trouble.
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Corrupts.
In moderation and proper protection, it can be balanced. It's not something that should be practiced alone. Without a counterweight... it's easy to lose yourself.
The negative emotions inherent in the practice... the influence of the dead... without moderation, the path is only one of instability.
Or maybe that was just me.
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It doesn't really matter now anyway. I backlashed and died.
But, I guess that wasn't enough, since look, Wei Wuxian is back! No rest for the wicked. But, it all workes out, so, I can't complain. If I had a choice I would definitely choose being alive again. A second life really puts things in perspective.
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You should have.
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So much would have been avoided if I had.
But, the past can't be changed, we can only step forward. There was no real path to take then, there was no option. The path of a cultivator had been lost no matter what.
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It was my choice....
My decision....
The reason why surviving the burial mounds was so difficult... and why I had to take that dark path....
[It was hard to say, but he felt like he should. He owed that somehow. Yet, it felt a little wrong to share. Like he was sharing someone else's secret that they didn't know about. He didn't even know for sure if it would even be the same for them.
But... he still had to share for his own sake.]
After I came back, I no longer had my golden core. It was gone shortly before I disappeared for three months....
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Please excuse me.
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His had been destroyed after being captured....
At the time it felt like the right thing to do. He was... he was so damaged. He didn't have a reason to live. I thought I would be fine, and, I had to protect him. It was my job, it was my duty. I had made a promise to take care of him.
I never told him. I never told anyone, though he found out in the end, and found out here as well.
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