[ Midnight can't help but tremble a little, whining at the touch of jasmine soft lips. His fingers dig into the tangle of blond hair at Kaveh's neck, tugging through knots and tangles. Not hard enough to pull Kaveh away. Just enough to pull.
He breathes a little. He wants to calm himself, to be enough of himself to answer Kaveh. ]
You've come up with so many answers to circumvent his love that the simplest solution to his motivations appears. The edges of it. The razor...
[ There is no Occam on Terra, but Midnight knows something of the sort must exist on Teyvat. It's the sort of thing that must make sense in a world with some kind of order. ]
There is no must and must not in love. I said so, didn't I? Love simply is. He does not protect your heart, he protects your life. It's all you allow him.
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He breathes a little. He wants to calm himself, to be enough of himself to answer Kaveh. ]
You've come up with so many answers to circumvent his love that the simplest solution to his motivations appears. The edges of it. The razor...
[ There is no Occam on Terra, but Midnight knows something of the sort must exist on Teyvat. It's the sort of thing that must make sense in a world with some kind of order. ]
There is no must and must not in love. I said so, didn't I? Love simply is. He does not protect your heart, he protects your life. It's all you allow him.