[Jin Ling's sitting in the main room of his apartment. He tilts the camera so that the tea set is visible laid out tidily on the table, then brings it back to his face.]
Uncle. I spoke to Hanguang-Jun and Uncle Wei regarding justice for your crimes, considering the limitations upon us in this place. I suggested a course of rehabilitation, and they agreed to Zewu-Jun and myself working with you to help you find a path to earn back our trust, so long as neither of us meet with you alone.
I ask that you respect that requirement, and help us to do the same, even if we might be tempted otherwise. [He lowers his eyes, which is as good as a confession that he is so tempted.]
I'll send the address. Please come and speak with us here.
[He starts to shake the moment he finishes viewing the video. Justice has come at last. A cold sweat pricks at his skin and he grips his shoulder; the pain of losing his arm is hardly forgotten. His fingers graze his chest too, recalling the agony of Zewu-Jun's sword piercing all the way through.
Meng Yao has no guarantee that he won't suffer similarly, however if he doesn't go, they will pursue him. And that meeting will surely be worse.
He drags in a sharp breath, drinks a glass of water - he can't have anything stronger thanks to the pain medication - and makes sure he looks somewhat presentable. Hopefully they don't mind him being paler than a ghost.]
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Uncle. I spoke to Hanguang-Jun and Uncle Wei regarding justice for your crimes, considering the limitations upon us in this place. I suggested a course of rehabilitation, and they agreed to Zewu-Jun and myself working with you to help you find a path to earn back our trust, so long as neither of us meet with you alone.
I ask that you respect that requirement, and help us to do the same, even if we might be tempted otherwise. [He lowers his eyes, which is as good as a confession that he is so tempted.]
I'll send the address. Please come and speak with us here.
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Meng Yao has no guarantee that he won't suffer similarly, however if he doesn't go, they will pursue him. And that meeting will surely be worse.
He drags in a sharp breath, drinks a glass of water - he can't have anything stronger thanks to the pain medication - and makes sure he looks somewhat presentable. Hopefully they don't mind him being paler than a ghost.]