Fu Tailan heard himself call out in a low voice, "Dad..."
He couldn't find his body; his soul had long since boarded a ship sailing far away. What was left of him felt as though it had dissolved into the dark ocean waves, surging and receding in endless cycles. Though he couldn't see the moon, he was still forever in its thrall.
Yet even in this state, he could still hear Fu Han's reply.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Will you always be here?"
'...So familiar.'
It was as if this conversation had happened once before. For example, he knew that after a brief pause, Fu Han would ask—
"Do you want me to always be here?"
He also knew his own answer. And just as he expected, he heard himself say:
"I don't know... It feels like it would be reassuring, but also painful. Sometimes I think it would be better if you were dead, but I'm also afraid of you dying."
Silence fell once more in the darkness.
'Huh, that's a little strange.'
'Why isn't Dad angry?'
A dazed Fu Tailan grew confused.
