( The witches... could not plead her pause, and yet the boy drenches himself in the chasm of her aura, in the putrid stench of sorcery that surely encompasses her. Lan Wangji shudders, quiet shiver licking anticipation up his spine, hand slipped to his sword, teasing the hilt.
He knows — surely, they both know, no one man can be so primly foolish — the dangers of a creature uncontained, of spirits wandered. That Kaneki, himself a monster, travels with a weapon of wickedness folded neatly over his bones, his back.
Soft, then, measured. Tame: ) You must relinquish her.
( No. The boy claims to have made attempt, for all he know embraces her. And it is in the spirit of belated sympathies that Lan Wangji keeps his voice honeyed and tame, like caged birds beating their wings in confinement. Hear him. Know: )
Bury her. Break her. Where exorcism fails, decimation follows.
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He knows — surely, they both know, no one man can be so primly foolish — the dangers of a creature uncontained, of spirits wandered. That Kaneki, himself a monster, travels with a weapon of wickedness folded neatly over his bones, his back.
Soft, then, measured. Tame: ) You must relinquish her.
( No. The boy claims to have made attempt, for all he know embraces her. And it is in the spirit of belated sympathies that Lan Wangji keeps his voice honeyed and tame, like caged birds beating their wings in confinement. Hear him. Know: )
Bury her. Break her. Where exorcism fails, decimation follows.