Eastbound Contact

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Wei Wuxian
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Return to bed, Lan Zhan.

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Later.

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Rest, ah?

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...rest.

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To heal. Even intact cores shouldn't shrug off such things.

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Do you wish solitude?

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Never been fond of it really.

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Wei Ying.

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Lan Wangji has complaints?

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He has no right to them.

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Every person living and dead has the right. How many the capability?

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Apologies.

You did not wish to speak. I impose.

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I don't wish to write.

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)( The... most... patient. )


Why?

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( in his own patient tone: )

It isn't speaking.

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( ...ah. The level of anger that leads to pedantry. )

Wei Wuxian is correct.

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( the pedant is on )

Often true, rarely acknowledged.

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( The temptation to write now and shield his irritation — )

You are angry.

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Am I? I'm considering it. How I feel, that's what we're asking about?

( this is the thing he's really bad at, because it is, frankly, easier to tell white lies. )

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...it is. How are you?

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( there's a long pause, and a sort of speculative sound. he wrestles himself over this: it's likewise a known blindness, where he's only learned to see in some moments, not all. )

I don't know. I try not thinking about it.

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( He has hurt this man, it strikes him candidly, openly. And he cannot put this right. )

We need not speak of it.

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I never learned the way of it. Should that remain unchanged?

( he is, for better and worse, actually asking. as if the man he's married several times over is better adjusted to the communication of such things; as if either really know. )

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( Give him a moment. Another more. Then: )

I wronged you. ( This much is scrupulously plain. ) I cannot apologise faithless for what would be done again the same. I wish to make amends.

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...

( the exhalation that becomes a sort of laughter. )

Direct and honest. ( what he means: hard soap for him to dodge. ) What is your faith in me? Your belief? Your expectation?

Is the man I am now not didn't from the man I was that time in Nightless City? Is that fear one you can grow beyond? Is that what it even is?