...it is no different than teasing truth out of a child, repackaging it, feeding back. Cato thrives off literal instruction, and for the first time since relinquishing Cloud Recesses for this strange, new world, Lan Wangji feels — anchored by such simple, plain understanding.
He is someone easily spoken to, easily taught. In the way of animals, of children. Lan Wangji's patience, taut thread before grown men, stretches infinite in the face of the vulnerable, of those challenged by simple notions of society.
With a tenuous shake of his head, he calls Cato close, until they drift between the rows of spirits to descend on the nearest shrine — a false altar, for the crude carvings have laid in the marks of a tempestuous fox.
"Here. This names the deity." ...and before them, lines and legions of fresh shrines rise in the horizon, like mushrooms after storm. He does not flinch, only, grit of his teeth deepened, withstands a groan. Wild chase is not deleterious. No man loses himself for exercise. They will prevail. They will prevail. "Seek a bird."
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He is someone easily spoken to, easily taught. In the way of animals, of children. Lan Wangji's patience, taut thread before grown men, stretches infinite in the face of the vulnerable, of those challenged by simple notions of society.
With a tenuous shake of his head, he calls Cato close, until they drift between the rows of spirits to descend on the nearest shrine — a false altar, for the crude carvings have laid in the marks of a tempestuous fox.
"Here. This names the deity." ...and before them, lines and legions of fresh shrines rise in the horizon, like mushrooms after storm. He does not flinch, only, grit of his teeth deepened, withstands a groan. Wild chase is not deleterious. No man loses himself for exercise. They will prevail. They will prevail. "Seek a bird."