[ Despite deciding not to resign himself to wherever the wind may take him, Yi Sang finds himself pulled along by Hong Lu. He picks up his own pace for a moment, allowing him to fall in step with his current companion.
He falls silent, deliberating over Hong Lu's question. Perhaps he wishes to engage in a bit of wordplay. ]
...that is true.
[ There had been a time when he did not make a particularly good container. It seemed nothing could fill him or provide any purpose, and instead, seeped out of a hairline crack along his walls. ]
The process of determining what I might contain is an ongoing one.
[ After all, he'd spent most of his years content to fill himself with other's requests and desires. So long as they was a smile on their faces, that was all that had mattered. ]
no subject
He falls silent, deliberating over Hong Lu's question. Perhaps he wishes to engage in a bit of wordplay. ]
...that is true.
[ There had been a time when he did not make a particularly good container. It seemed nothing could fill him or provide any purpose, and instead, seeped out of a hairline crack along his walls. ]
The process of determining what I might contain is an ongoing one.
[ After all, he'd spent most of his years content to fill himself with other's requests and desires. So long as they was a smile on their faces, that was all that had mattered. ]