In Love's name and for Love's sake, I assert that I will employ the Art which is its gift in Love's service alone, rejecting all other usages.
I will spread joy and ease pain. I will fight to preserve what loves and rejoices well in its own way, and I will change no object or creature unless its joy and love, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened.
To these ends, in the practice of my Art, I will put aside despair for hope, and hatred for love, when it is right to do so-- Until Universe's end.
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<<Yes. Pheromones, defense chemicals, entangling roots with each other... it was vicious.>> The tree's leaves shake. <<Some of us worried that you hairless apes would destroy the forests... which you did. But the ones who won knew that we don't have hands and can't build starships, and you are the only ones who can plant our children's children on strange soils.>>
... That's a good question. <<Usually? But it does not come up much for us. Maybe it would be different if it did.>>
"That would have been a very awkward ER visit." All ER visits are awkward when your sister works at the nearest ER. "The tree is fine, and approves of paper?"
"It made sense to the tree I talked to? --they are kind of relying on us getting them into space."
"Oh! Yeah. That makes sense." Wei Wuxian seems to consider this a perfectly good explanation. "Let's go inside, I'm cold."
If anyone would think getting to space was worth it, it would be Wei Wuxian. "That sounds good to me."
When they get back in:
"I'm cooooooold." He flops on the couch dramatically. "Wen Ning. You should cuddle in bed with me to warm me up."
He is more than happy to be a personal space heater and take the excuse to cuddle him.
And maybe convince him to do other high contact activities.