The Truth Withheld

Sima You’s eyes landed on the light-haired man, his eyes trained on his face with a look of complete shock. He still didn’t understand it…he still couldn’t believe it…

He’d let his friend stay behind to rest, gathering his weapons to scout out the areas and make sure they were safe to travel. Was Jin really piling through here? For what reason?

Or was he alone?

Sima Father and Son moment

Knowing very well about what was emerging to the three kingdoms of China or at least once was China from so much diversity on idealism he had to see which will be the future of what his sons will take  Knowing about Sima Shi’s bold pursuit of destiny he was aware that his eldest will have enemies. Even though Sima Zhao would be there there may be a time Responsibility will one day be his own.

He had taken the liberty to summon Zhao to his quarters, Sima Yi himself was seated calmly at the desk keeping a relaxed but bold and mannered posture. He looked to the refreshments of snacks on the table knowing Zhao would look forward to it definitely and a free chair for him.

“Son, Why not have a seat for a moment? We should have a talk with just us alone, I have made some snacks for you or at least had them made. Your Mother is good with Baozis.. And no you’re not in trouble.”

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Rolo approached the pure-blood ally, though still wary of Jeremiah’s recent introduction into Lelouch’s trust. He glared at the eyepiece of this tall Britannian, the baronial stucco that was Rolo’s main concern. He wondered how his brother could have confidence in Jeremiah.

He was unsure how to address his ally. “I’m not, sure how you were able to sway Zero’s trust so easily, nor how you could the trust of other’s…” he admitted.

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“That would be me. Sweet of you to remember.” he replied softly, treading towards the historian with an amused expression on his face. “I take your dropped box as your way of saying you missed me?”

He took half a step back and his head shook slowly, “Wh-…how?” His brow furrowed in confusion and his gaze moved from his feet to Desmond. “Take it however you like, wanker. Just…you…”

The smile on his uncle’s face brought a brighter, more enthusiastic grin to You’s cheeks, his hands holding out the parchment. His hands, covered in ink, had left little finger and hand prints along the edges. 


“See?!” He pointed out the messy calligraphy, though it was only barely understandable amongst the awkward brushstroke patterns, “I spelled your name. Soo-hm-aah Zhj-aaoooww…” He read it aloud, deep hues of gold circulating the pride in his eyes, “Did I get it right?"