[ Hei hitches a shoulder in a shrug. No longer watching the stars, but not meeting Pavel's eyes either. It's not acknowledgement and it's not dismissal. (If anyone understands the concept of black and white, it isn't Hei. To him, it's spurious at best, a form of mind-control at worst. Hei understands self-benefit, understands practicality, understands that growing up in a warzone means his mind has been reconfigured to reject or distort certain moral codes in order to survive. Right and wrong are just pretty words. He's more interested in navigating that big no-man's land that exists in between.) ]
While I'm here... at least I don't have to re-cross it. Not unless it's necessary.
[ The City is a prison. But it also grants Hei something he doesn't have back home. Freedom to choose. It's why he can afford to be lenient with Pavel. Why he can indulge in picnics and trips to stargaze, for no reason but because. (Although he rarely does so. He might've shaken off the Syndicate's chains. But it's still an effort to remember that words like Easy and Open don't always lie parallel with Ambush. ]
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While I'm here... at least I don't have to re-cross it. Not unless it's necessary.
[ The City is a prison. But it also grants Hei something he doesn't have back home. Freedom to choose. It's why he can afford to be lenient with Pavel. Why he can indulge in picnics and trips to stargaze, for no reason but because. (Although he rarely does so. He might've shaken off the Syndicate's chains. But it's still an effort to remember that words like Easy and Open don't always lie parallel with Ambush. ]