[ Questions — no. Torrent of morning flood, accusations, one pouring after the other. Fingers of the hand that had stitched itself steadfast to his back curl in, fold in tight-knuckled fist. He squeezes, once, then again, then releases —
And he begs himself a statue against the poison, immutable and resolute. Years between them, and a resurrection Xichen has hinted, without volunteering a wealth of detail. Wei Wuxian, returned among them. Lan Wangji, a stray dog licking his master's boots.
And this child-thing, denied his vengeance — raised by the one man who should have secured it on his part. Seconds steal away Lan Wangji's breath, then return it, hissed and staggered. His fist unfolds, marks of hard nail eating the inside. ]
He never taught me to leave.
[ A simple truth, plainer than the boy-survivor of his parents' bloodshed deserves, or the cultivation world understands.
Wei Wuxian draws and lures, charms and keeps. He does not banish. ]
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And he begs himself a statue against the poison, immutable and resolute. Years between them, and a resurrection Xichen has hinted, without volunteering a wealth of detail. Wei Wuxian, returned among them. Lan Wangji, a stray dog licking his master's boots.
And this child-thing, denied his vengeance — raised by the one man who should have secured it on his part. Seconds steal away Lan Wangji's breath, then return it, hissed and staggered. His fist unfolds, marks of hard nail eating the inside. ]
He never taught me to leave.
[ A simple truth, plainer than the boy-survivor of his parents' bloodshed deserves, or the cultivation world understands.
Wei Wuxian draws and lures, charms and keeps. He does not banish. ]