[ well, isn't that a funny question. hua cheng considers it, then shakes his head slightly; his expression remains fairly placid, but if she looks closely there's a hint of something more solemn at the corner of his eye. ]
Friends... [ he doesn't really have those. not back home, anyway—when he was a ghost fire he lacked the corporeality for it, and then when he became a malicious ghost his time was dedicated to keeping xie lian from self-destructing utterly into his own madness. it was only when he became a supreme that he had the capacity at all, but then he became the ruler of ghost city, became a calamity with a reputation for terrible violence, and who wants to befriend a creature like that? ] Black Water calls me Crimson Rain. From my title, Crimson Rain Sought Flower.
[ he shrugs again. ]
I didn't have friends, at home. And those friends I've made here call me Hua Cheng.
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Friends... [ he doesn't really have those. not back home, anyway—when he was a ghost fire he lacked the corporeality for it, and then when he became a malicious ghost his time was dedicated to keeping xie lian from self-destructing utterly into his own madness. it was only when he became a supreme that he had the capacity at all, but then he became the ruler of ghost city, became a calamity with a reputation for terrible violence, and who wants to befriend a creature like that? ] Black Water calls me Crimson Rain. From my title, Crimson Rain Sought Flower.
[ he shrugs again. ]
I didn't have friends, at home. And those friends I've made here call me Hua Cheng.