[Chen Gong's omission might fool others, but Sun Jian has spent his time here straining his ears for even a whisper of what's happened to his children. Chen Gong's careful reply, the hesitation, it speaks volumes where the strategist had chosen to keep things short and to the point.]
...I see.
[There's silence.
It's the kind of silence that lays down thickly, almost suffocatingly on them both, but it especially chokes Sun Jian, wraps its unseen hands around his neck and starts pressing tight till he can't even speak. Chen Gong can't see him, but Sun Jian's eyes are closed and his expression one of extreme pain, almost as if someone had stabbed his gut with a knife and twisted. He's a tough old warrior but he needs a moment, just, just one, long, moment for him to struggle with his grief, keep it clamped down and under wraps so that his enemies won't get the satisfaction of knowing that they've successfully nicked at enough places to finally peel off a piece of his armor and piece him right in the heart.
The faint crackle of fire is heard, a tiny sound that managed to slip through the tiny door slit. In the silence it's almost a deafening thunder clap. But deep inside he's screaming so hard that he can't hear anything.
The pregnant pause finally ends. When he finally speaks, he sounds calm. Perhaps even slightly proud, because despite the sorrow of losing his sons he's so proud that his daughter is still out there fighting and not giving up. And his two boys...there's no doubt in his mind that they gave their all. The honor and pride of the Sun family stands tall and firm in the chaos that has ripped father, brothers and sister apart; it is what gives them strength, it is what binds them, and it is what gives them hope, knowing that so long as one lives their fire will burn on.]
The castle is in good hands then. Shang Xiang might be my youngest, but she's just as fierce and strong as her brothers. I don't know about the swordsman, but those demons don't stand a chance against her if she's working together with Kai.
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Date: 2014-09-17 02:43 pm (UTC)...I see.
[There's silence.
It's the kind of silence that lays down thickly, almost suffocatingly on them both, but it especially chokes Sun Jian, wraps its unseen hands around his neck and starts pressing tight till he can't even speak. Chen Gong can't see him, but Sun Jian's eyes are closed and his expression one of extreme pain, almost as if someone had stabbed his gut with a knife and twisted. He's a tough old warrior but he needs a moment, just, just one, long, moment for him to struggle with his grief, keep it clamped down and under wraps so that his enemies won't get the satisfaction of knowing that they've successfully nicked at enough places to finally peel off a piece of his armor and piece him right in the heart.
The faint crackle of fire is heard, a tiny sound that managed to slip through the tiny door slit. In the silence it's almost a deafening thunder clap. But deep inside he's screaming so hard that he can't hear anything.
The pregnant pause finally ends. When he finally speaks, he sounds calm. Perhaps even slightly proud, because despite the sorrow of losing his sons he's so proud that his daughter is still out there fighting and not giving up. And his two boys...there's no doubt in his mind that they gave their all. The honor and pride of the Sun family stands tall and firm in the chaos that has ripped father, brothers and sister apart; it is what gives them strength, it is what binds them, and it is what gives them hope, knowing that so long as one lives their fire will burn on.]
The castle is in good hands then. Shang Xiang might be my youngest, but she's just as fierce and strong as her brothers. I don't know about the swordsman, but those demons don't stand a chance against her if she's working together with Kai.