[ I shall be a stranger, possessed of a sword, even once our names trade, he needn't cast behind him, between the wavered bargain of hard breaths, because it is obvious, and plain, and the stench of damp and mildew and rust agitates him.
Of all the landscapes Lan Wangji has crossed, this does not earn accolades. ]
Wangji, sect Lan.
[ By this point of backs shrivelled by the constricted confines of the snake belly of the pipelines, his token bow is abbreviation, aborted — performed, to salt injuries, at the inappropriate angle. No matter, he sloshes on, only stalling them for a heartbeat when the sudden tumult of water before him forces him to stab with Bichen's pointier end and test the likelihood of a submerged critter.
...ah. Only a boot, and within it... he allows it to float, dismissing rot, remains. Let her not stare. She is a woman, her fate already challenged by prejudice against her station. No need to compound it with the inconvenience of cadavers. ]
Before. How many dead in the rooms we seize? You remember?
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Of all the landscapes Lan Wangji has crossed, this does not earn accolades. ]
Wangji, sect Lan.
[ By this point of backs shrivelled by the constricted confines of the snake belly of the pipelines, his token bow is abbreviation, aborted — performed, to salt injuries, at the inappropriate angle. No matter, he sloshes on, only stalling them for a heartbeat when the sudden tumult of water before him forces him to stab with Bichen's pointier end and test the likelihood of a submerged critter.
...ah. Only a boot, and within it... he allows it to float, dismissing rot, remains. Let her not stare. She is a woman, her fate already challenged by prejudice against her station. No need to compound it with the inconvenience of cadavers. ]
Before. How many dead in the rooms we seize? You remember?