[While the world reacts far too much towards Zhang Liao's emotions, there's... almost nothing on Diao Chan's end.
And that says something in itself too, though she hopes that the warrior won't notice. The shock upon her face isn't reflected by anything around her, because she already knows, and she's always expected something like this to happen. If-- if things were better, after her father was safe and sound, maybe she would've reached out for help. From the people most likely to give it: the foolishly benevolent, or the easily charmed. But apparently, that's not what happens in 'history', and not what happens in Zhang Liao's memory.
Instead of remaining emotionless and only pretending to be shocked, Diao Chan starts to prey on her own emotions. The fact that Lu Bu truly dies in such a pitiful way, the fact that she only causes the land to fall into bloody war does evoke real sorrow. So she focuses on that, repeating in her head like a chant that she's a silver-tongued vixen and the land is in turmoil because of you. She repeats it, and repeats it, over the course of only a few seconds. But it's enough to make her (almost) believe it.
The gale surrounding Zhang Liao turns into a freezing blast of wind by the time it reaches Diao Chan, and the smell of fragrance is replaced by the crisp dryness of winter.]
...Master Lu Bu is...? [She knows, of course, but if she keeps focusing on her emotions and keeps repeating it in her head, actual feelings will surface soon enough. Never as strongly as the first time she finds out, but it's better than nothing. Diao Chan seems to ignore Zhang Liao's declaration of how he was now serving Cao Cao, in the favor of grief.]
Master Chen Gong... and what will become of Mistress Ling Qi? [Isn't she only a small child? Because that's the only Ling Qi she knows. And it's a good thing the only Diao Chan that Ling Qi will know is the Diao Chan who is her father's mistress.
Not the Diao Chan who leads her father to ruin.
Still. She eventually bows away from Zhang Liao, putting her hands on her face to 'weep'.]
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And that says something in itself too, though she hopes that the warrior won't notice. The shock upon her face isn't reflected by anything around her, because she already knows, and she's always expected something like this to happen. If-- if things were better, after her father was safe and sound, maybe she would've reached out for help. From the people most likely to give it: the foolishly benevolent, or the easily charmed. But apparently, that's not what happens in 'history', and not what happens in Zhang Liao's memory.
Instead of remaining emotionless and only pretending to be shocked, Diao Chan starts to prey on her own emotions. The fact that Lu Bu truly dies in such a pitiful way, the fact that she only causes the land to fall into bloody war does evoke real sorrow. So she focuses on that, repeating in her head like a chant that she's a silver-tongued vixen and the land is in turmoil because of you. She repeats it, and repeats it, over the course of only a few seconds. But it's enough to make her (almost) believe it.
The gale surrounding Zhang Liao turns into a freezing blast of wind by the time it reaches Diao Chan, and the smell of fragrance is replaced by the crisp dryness of winter.]
...Master Lu Bu is...? [She knows, of course, but if she keeps focusing on her emotions and keeps repeating it in her head, actual feelings will surface soon enough. Never as strongly as the first time she finds out, but it's better than nothing. Diao Chan seems to ignore Zhang Liao's declaration of how he was now serving Cao Cao, in the favor of grief.]
Master Chen Gong... and what will become of Mistress Ling Qi? [Isn't she only a small child? Because that's the only Ling Qi she knows. And it's a good thing the only Diao Chan that Ling Qi will know is the Diao Chan who is her father's mistress.
Not the Diao Chan who leads her father to ruin.
Still. She eventually bows away from Zhang Liao, putting her hands on her face to 'weep'.]