But he never stepped in to save others.
Even when he saw sharp claws tearing through young bodies, and heard the cries of despair echoing through the forest, he merely stood in the shadows in silence, feeling the wine in the pot grow more bitter.
This speaks to his perspective on the future of civilization.
Understanding that "safety nets" are the lethal corrosive agent to the will of civilization.
If children always know there's a pair of hands supporting them, trials become drills, courage is diluted with performance, and decisions lose their all-or-nothing weight.
What he desired was not the carefully pruned bonsai in a greenhouse, but the wild weeds that struggle to ignite seeds even on the frozen tundra, in deserts, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The shudder when facing death alone, the quick wit forced out in despair… to Tu Hu, these are vital components of legacy.
