( An unseemly, rasped, childish thing is the discourtesy of a teeth-ground mutter. Somehow, past the visible constraints of his blinding-jade-lit suit, Lan Wangji prevails to make his petulance known: )
They expect us to survive this.
( And Lan Wangji, reduced to a stiff nod and the smell of burned dust in his drenched surroundings, drifts quietly to inspect the remains of the toppled cabin. Residue brittle in his hand, like paper scorched. What candour matter has, that it should return to the same primitive qualities, no matter what environment houses it.
He had expected, at wild sea...
But it stills something in him, to wrench out the viscera of one semi-preserved lining from the door frame and find the piece of wood — )
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They expect us to survive this.
( And Lan Wangji, reduced to a stiff nod and the smell of burned dust in his drenched surroundings, drifts quietly to inspect the remains of the toppled cabin. Residue brittle in his hand, like paper scorched. What candour matter has, that it should return to the same primitive qualities, no matter what environment houses it.
He had expected, at wild sea...
But it stills something in him, to wrench out the viscera of one semi-preserved lining from the door frame and find the piece of wood — )
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