Long ZhenHai sat there, sharing his pain, his grief with Hu Lijing as he bowed his head, tears falling down his eyes like a soft, warm, drizzle. The saline water tracing a thin trail down his cheeks as the delicate drops hung from his chin as his jaw clenched and shoulders shook, the sheer grip of his hands turning his knuckles a ghastly shade of white.
"Jing'ge… Jing'ge you can hate me, you can berate me, condemn me for not being with you when you needed me," he whispered, voice thick and wet as he spoke. "But please— please don't ignore me, please don't block me out! It's killing me." He sobbed aloud and unashamed of his overwhelming emotions.
Hu Lijing shook at his words, his heart, his soul and his bones rattling at the words that left the dragon's words, making his wails louder and more miserable as he tried to curl into himself, wishing that he could just… disappear. For good.
Condemn him? Condemn Long ZhenHai?
