Wen Ju noticed that Ji Chao had grown much quieter these past two days.
This important man had never been particularly talkative, but he had never spoken this little either. His sudden silence over the past two days made Wen Ju feel afraid without even realizing it.
"Lord Xiang, did something happen recently?" At nightfall, the four sat around the campfire. Huge slabs of meat rested on a simple grill—the Kuaiji brothers' dinner.
"Yeah, Leader. It really feels like you've been talking much less these past two days." Type One sat cross-legged opposite Ji Chao, idly scooping up a handful of dirt with his broad palm and kneading it.
Ji Chao did not move. He merely poked at the fire with lifeless eyes.
Type Zero patted Type One and Wen Ju on the shoulders, then gently shook his head.
The two froze for a moment before nodding slightly.
Wen Ju looked at the brothers with some emotion. "It feels like you two have grown a lot lately. You used to be so wooden. Type One was better, but Type Zero felt like he didn't have any warmth at all."
Type Zero smiled. "Growth is necessary. I may be more rational, but rationality can stir emotion. The two cannot be completely separated."
"Perhaps that elf from last year stirred something in my brother. It feels like he changed a great deal after that." Type One was not inherently impatient. In contrast to Type Zero, he was a machine whose emotions suppressed his reason. Compared to a machine, he was more like a "person."
Just as Type Zero had said, emotion and reason always existed together and could never be entirely separated. One thought or feeling would always drive another; that was a bond that could not be severed.
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