Lacking a slaughter of those who willingly died for me, their desecration, their sacrifice made pointless before the greed of the entirety of the righteous cultivation world. I have no sister here to die upon another's blade of vengeance for the attack made and met in kind; I have no tearing grief I fail to understand how to survive.
I see what hurts you. This is not then. We write a different story now.
( Absent: heat, edge, stab. He withholds himself. ) There was nothing left of you to behold yourself. Your fists bled. Your mouth bled. You had haemorrhaged yourself.
( a flat statement, though not a hard one. he knows himself of that time, and while he does not now think, this was an excellent way to have gone forward, that life was more precious, he also knows who he was at the time.
and letting go, to that man, had seemed like the only kindness left for him to give.
Ward, for this. I don't know that there's enough left to respond to your songs, and would prefer not to chance it leading to negative responses from those still whole enough to be aware.
Watch for cases of physical manifesting. I'm not calling for it, but they're desperate to leave, and long held in agony. By my guess, at minimum.
Command. Instruction. Wrath has the knack for it, and you know mine. We can help with the spirits, do what we can to avoid the spirits finding new homes within bodies, which is far too common here to be trusted anyway. What those magics do that stay likewise bottled, ready to burst forth, that I don't know.
We don't have magic like this, and the ways to handle it's excess... I'd say absorb, if it could, but into waiting vessels that aren't people. In the same breath, we don't have that time.
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I see what hurts you. This is not then. We write a different story now.
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( Absent: heat, edge, stab. He withholds himself. ) There was nothing left of you to behold yourself. Your fists bled. Your mouth bled. You had haemorrhaged yourself.
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( a flat statement, though not a hard one. he knows himself of that time, and while he does not now think, this was an excellent way to have gone forward, that life was more precious, he also knows who he was at the time.
and letting go, to that man, had seemed like the only kindness left for him to give.
he'd been wrong. )
I'm sorry.
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Shall I play? ( Unless they prove too riotous, too far gone for Lan Wangji's entreaties. )
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Watch for cases of physical manifesting. I'm not calling for it, but they're desperate to leave, and long held in agony. By my guess, at minimum.
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...you fear they will attempt possession?
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Command. Instruction. Wrath has the knack for it, and you know mine. We can help with the spirits, do what we can to avoid the spirits finding new homes within bodies, which is far too common here to be trusted anyway. What those magics do that stay likewise bottled, ready to burst forth, that I don't know.
We don't have magic like this, and the ways to handle it's excess... I'd say absorb, if it could, but into waiting vessels that aren't people. In the same breath, we don't have that time.
( and he worries. )
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You carve a natural home.
( First targeted. )
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( He remembers. )
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( They're not walking into a double ambush with kidnapped juniors on the line this time -- just, you know, kidnapped locals? )
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( there is purification that rends remnants beyond saving, but spares them the lingering consumed by pain. )
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( Tes... ting the waters. )
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