why is that?”（哦？为什么呢？）他追问道。
林达的目光，变得深邃起来，仿佛真的化身为了那个在忠诚与血脉之间苦苦挣扎的边塞名将：
“Because, Mr. Lee, for An Siyuan, his people are not just a group of individuals he needs to protect. They are his roots, his blood, the very essence of his identity. He grew up hearing their stories, singing their songs, and feeling their joys and sorrows. This connection is something obstáculos in his soul, something he can never truly sever.”（因为，李先生，对于安思远来说，他的人民不仅仅是他需要保护的一群人。他们是他的根，他的血脉，是他身份认同的本质。他听着他们的故事长大，唱着他们的歌谣，感受着他们的喜怒哀乐。这种联系，是刻在他灵魂深处的东西，是他永远无法真正割舍的。）
“Loyalty to the Tang Dynasty is important to him, yes. He has shed blood for the Tang, and he respects the Emperor. But when faced with the absolute annihilation of his own people, I believe the primal instinct to protect his kin, to preserve his heritage, would ultimately prevail.”（对大唐的忠诚对他而言固然重要。他为大唐流过血，他也尊敬皇帝。但当面临自己人民被彻底毁灭的境地时，我相信，那种保护亲族、延续传承的原始本能，最终会占据上风。）
“It wouldn’t be an easy choice. It would tear him apart. He would be brand
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