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I recommend starting in Virginia. It has preserved much of its landscape by making them state parks or historical sites. Just be respectful of the Appalachian Mountains. They're older than bones, and they haven't forgotten that.
[Haunted as hell mountain range, that's for sure. Even experienced Guardians tread lightly when they have missions there. Still, at Zhongli's offer, he returns the small smile.]
I should be grateful for recommendations, given how vast the country is.
[Jusis does seem quite interested in the bamboo shoot soup's history. Though, at Zhongli's mention of a microwave, he makes a slight face.]
Ugh, I'm not going to microwave it. That seems disrespectful to the dish to me. Still, thank you for giving us a soup to enjoy over several days. We'll be sure to savor it.
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He could talk about China for hours, which is why he teaches college classes.]
It felt like the least I could do after the way the last few weeks have unfolded. Perhaps it makes me old-fashioned, but when a friend has been unwell, I was taught to aid in their recovery however possible. [Then he says something a little strange...] Even the meekest prayers can still be heard by the one who's meant to hear them.
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Oh... he's being called a friend. That has Jusis looking away for a brief second like the tsundere he is. However, he's been raised with manners, so he'll accept it with... some grace.]
Such gestures are always appreciated. Just know that I'll be extending the same courtesy to you as well, Zhongli.
[The blond definitely catches that, and his theory about Zhongli is starting to be confirmed in a strange way. However....]
Indeed, though I try to not rely on gods. For my part, I wish to live without their aid and have them judge me at the end of my natural life based purely on my own merits, not because I prayed enough to their satisfaction. However, I'll take their gifts with the grace they're due.
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[Well, if he needs it, then he'll take it.]
I agree. People have made all sorts of advancements, and they've shown their ingenuity again and again. They've built great nations and economies from nothing, and they've even touched the heavens. They have no need to rely on gods for guidance or protection in this day and age.
That will never dissuade the devout, however, and it doesn't need to. ... It's enough simply to be remembered.
[He seems to realize he's said a little too much, and clears his throat.]
Anyway, I shouldn't take up any more of your time. You still need to rest.
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[Zhongli has definitely said too much. Then again, with Jusis, he doesn't need all that much to form his own conclusions from the clues given to him. The blond gives him a nod and stands from his seat.]
Of course. I appreciate your company and your gifts. I'm certain the soup will help greatly.
[He'll walk Zhongli to the door like a good host and opens it for him. However, after a pause he says,]
Is there a god you would like for me to remember? I may only be one mortal soul, but allow me to carry a piece of legend with me for as long as I can.
[There's a flash of Lianne Sandlot in his memories, a legend made immortal yet... tragedy, something again his mind tries to shield him from. As if his past life is trying to tell him it's not yet time to remember, that he's not quite ready to remember.]
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[It's his favorite, but that's strongly implied. As he steps outside, though, he pauses. That's... not a question he was expecting, and that much is written openly on his face for a moment. Then he clasps his hands behind his back and turns away.
There are many gods in his memories. Most of them died, several by his own hands, some by circumstance. Yet the one that flutters in his mind's eye is Guizhong, because of the glaze lilies they found.]
Rex Lapis. [He looks back at Jusis.] You haven't heard of him, but among his people, he is known as the God of Contracts. He has a perfect memory. He remembers the name of every person he's met, every wine he has tasted, the details of numerous contracts he's supervised and written over the millennia, and even the sailing schedules of every ship that visited his country's port. No one is left to remember him now except me—and you, I suppose.
The difficult thing about history is that it isn't permanent. Histories, though recorded, can still change. Paper falls apart. Even legacies written in stone will eventually crumble, and gods are much the same. They are not infallible, and certainly not immune to the ravages of time.
[He closes his eyes briefly.]
... I never did find a better way of recording the truth.
So I left the history of that world with someone who traversed the stars. I suppose I could entrust it to another 'traveler' once again.
[He smiles a little.]
Good night, Jusis.
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Goodnight, Zhongli. I hope Rex Lapis finds his peace as well.
[Gently, he closes the door behind Zhongli.]