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Wei Wuxian
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And thickened beards.


( Those... beautiful portraits. )

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Or spidery eyebrows. Lan Zhan, they made me hideous.

( A pout, if you will, in his voice. )

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Likeness uncanny.

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Enough to send shivers down the spine, Lan Zhan, don't tell me I'm that unhandsome!

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I speak no falsehood.

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That likeness is as mysterious and unsettling as that barking Fairy at the Saber Tomb.

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The beard did not ill suit.

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Lan Zhan. ( he laughs, he can't help it, and then sucks in a breath for the sound of horror it is, without being horrified. )

It was at least more impressive than your uncle's, I'll grant the artist's that, but to find you so attracted to a beard? Surprising, Lan Zhan, surprising. I'll try to keep that in mind.

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Wei Ying. Age does not ill suit.

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I'd prefer to go white in the hair alone than to end up with an unattractive, scraggly beard...

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Vain.

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I admit my faults! I'd prefer not to be ugly, where's the credit to my parents in any of that?

( Debatable how serious he is, but he will at least compliment the people he can no longer recall. )

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Burn them incense first.

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Would you think me so unfilial I have not?

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So sundered.

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Not so. For what I don't remember in clarity, Lan Zhan, I have not forgotten my parents, or the ones who took me into their home.

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...Eleven yet had incense.

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As did I, in Sa-Hareth.