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Wei Wuxian
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[downswing]

( Politely: )


And soup?

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... I don't turn down soup, unless it's Xue Yang or Jin Guangyao offering it.

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Even rabbits require more.

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This is the moment we're going to accept that my standards are lower than a rabbit, Lan Zhan. Though my diet includes far more meat.

[downswing]

( ........no wait, he knows what to do with rabbits: )

Be good. Curl against warmth. Burrow.

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When you're here, I'll employ your rabbit logic with you, okay? The tea will be ready. And blankets.

[downswing]

I lack warmth.


( THE MOST PATHETIC, HIS QI IS REDIRECTING. )

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Two bodies produce warmth between them, we'll be fine.

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Shameless.

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And practical!

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Do not let pity oblige you.

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I have never been motivated out of pity. Spite, a handful of times, sympathy many, but not pity.

Come to my bed. Cuddle, burrow, rest. Obliging by desire and design.

[downswing]

You and I. I did not think we spoke plainly.

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It may help if we did more often.

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It comforts to know Wei Ying nearby. To hear his living breath.

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Is that enough? I don't know... I'm not the man I was, once. I don't know that Wei Ying can ever be enough.

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'Enough' speaks of existence subordinate to another's needs.

Wei Ying need only be.

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Being is its own doing. If I simply am, I do. And no one, not you or anyone else, truly wants that. I don't know if even I do.

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What is there left to fear in you?

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Is that an honest question, Lan Zhan?

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Wei Ying.

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Lan Zhan. Your blood painted on my lips, for swearing you wished.

Trust is long for healing. This sickness, first.

[downswing]

( Ah. )



I offended you.

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No, Lan Zhan. I'm resigned.

The water's boiling.

[downswing]

If you must hide, hide better.