[ for a moment, xie lian doesn't respond. he stays where he's settled, face at his knees.
...but, eventually, he lifts his head. his eyes widen with recognition, that turns to to confusion, eyes sliding from his face up to his horns and back down. up close, he's the same young man from the pictures; younger than the priest on the mountain, still with baby fat in his cheeks, and there are bags under his eyes. ] ...Kara?
[ such a familiar way of speaking, the short nickname. ] ...I thought you were going to chase after him.
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...but, eventually, he lifts his head. his eyes widen with recognition, that turns to to confusion, eyes sliding from his face up to his horns and back down. up close, he's the same young man from the pictures; younger than the priest on the mountain, still with baby fat in his cheeks, and there are bags under his eyes. ] ...Kara?
[ such a familiar way of speaking, the short nickname. ] ...I thought you were going to chase after him.