Fools and amateurs lie. The master forges the ore of truth into the alloy of narrative. Stories are the ties that bind men together. Stories are power.
"It's all so tenuous," Ling Qi said, looking up at the dark sky and the near full moon gleaming overhead. "Families and business and friends, united by the merest thread. It can all fall apart in an instant. It did all fall apart in an instant, not too long ago, didn't it?"
"Is not the greatest artist but the most consummate of liars?"
"No, they are the poorest ones, if you have no truth to convey, your art is empty." Ling Qi said, and turned to face the moon. "If it speaks only to your own self, it is even more worthless still."
Silver light burnt her eyes, made tears trickle down her cheeks.
Family is only a knot of strong bonds, it is the small connections between people which build community. There was no line between love and obligation, not if both were true.