[ Jin Ling just stares at him and there's a myriad of emotions, disbelief, to a burst of anger and then Jin Ling crumpling and wiping at his face furiously because he was not going to cry at just the mention of them. ]
That's not a funny joke.
[ Because letting himself believe something like that just... he couldn't. His parents were dead and all he had was his father's sword and he didn't imagine that this place could just up and resurrect the dead at least... not in a good way even if it seemed to be capable of all sorts of imaginable things but that? How could he let himself believe it or hope for it. ]
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That's not a funny joke.
[ Because letting himself believe something like that just... he couldn't. His parents were dead and all he had was his father's sword and he didn't imagine that this place could just up and resurrect the dead at least... not in a good way even if it seemed to be capable of all sorts of imaginable things but that? How could he let himself believe it or hope for it. ]