“Talk about-” (for zhongli 😳)
Teeth grind for a moment, a hiss lingering in his throat before he scoffs, arms folding over his chest. "An unwanted reminder."
Terse tones are quick to be summoned as he thinks on the human guise his old foe has taken, the way Morax has given up that which they fought for and he finds that familiar anger rising. It would be easy to descend into but with no outlet he simply sighs and scowls.
"I do not understand him and his actions. I fail to see the purpose in this..." A hand waves, gesturing in the air in the direction of Liyue Harbour without further explanation. He does not understand why he desires to hand the world he built over to the fleeting mortal creatures he had taken a shining too, he does not understand why he has retired from godhood, content to live among them and he does not understand how none can see how ridiculous it is that a god as powerful as Morax can die with so little fanfare.
"He had everything, why give it all away? He still infuriates me even all these years later. I cannot fathom his course of thoughts. It makes crossing paths with him difficult..." The kind of passing that involves curled fists and steady breaths, forced line of sight and avoiding the urge to bring back their battles, if only because he knows the outcome. "He should be ruling over them all not hiding amongst them. I will never understand him."
The words lean more towards pensive than frustrated as he sighs again. It seems there will never be common ground between them.
TALK ABOUT...! // @visionbuild