[He'd even already been thinking along the same lines, but to hear it confirm by someone he respected and trusted the word of -- it hit with more weight. These people died praying for salvation, and their gods who had personally condemned them didn't even have the decency to be with them in their final moments.
Jun is silent in response as the emotions swell up again. They were overwhelming, and he needed an outlet- but he didn't know how to put any of them to proper words. Any sentence he formed in his head just jumbled into something non-sensical before evaporating. Just like when Hu Tao tried to teach him poetry, his own limited experience was hindering him once more.
Soon enough, he gives up on trying to put it to words and opts for an outlet he was taught. He whirls around and punches the nearby wall hard. The stone cracks from the sheer force of the blow.]
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Jun is silent in response as the emotions swell up again. They were overwhelming, and he needed an outlet- but he didn't know how to put any of them to proper words. Any sentence he formed in his head just jumbled into something non-sensical before evaporating. Just like when Hu Tao tried to teach him poetry, his own limited experience was hindering him once more.
Soon enough, he gives up on trying to put it to words and opts for an outlet he was taught. He whirls around and punches the nearby wall hard. The stone cracks from the sheer force of the blow.]