“ grieving someone who still lives might be the worst pain. ”
Unsaid words lay on the tip of his tongue , vicious , lashing like the whip that remains coiled within the final gift of his mother — do you have the right to say this ? Between the two that stand here , which of them grieved twice for the same person , not knowing if they were dead or alive ? He knows grief from broken farewells far too intimately.
" I — " and he as to temper that rage that is so familiar. It is rage that kept him alive for all those years. He is not sure that he knows how to turn away from the emotion that kept the air in his lungs and the blood in his heart circulating . " I never thought you were gone. " — Jiang Cheng means this sincerely . For who in their generation could kill Wei Wuxian ? ( Who could kill his brother who embodied life , who he once saw by his side forever ? )
" You were always too annoying to die. "
