[ There isn't an aspect of this room that Fei doesn't find disgusting and troubling, from the sight of it to Magnus' assessment that the room was made out of something organic - but not conscious - to the daozhang who didn't have to see to know this place was horrible, it's all awful.
The familiar weight of Youhuang provides an evaporating degree of comfort, as Fei's blood runs cold, catching sight of the hands that press against the other side of the skin wall, seeking to get closer to Wrath when he nears it.
When Xingchen speaks up, offering a protective charm, she hums in assent. ]
You should, I think we need it.
[ What they needed was to burn this monstrous room to cinders, but not knowing if that would bring harm to the children living at the orphanage, or the civilians dwelling below the cities keeps Fei from making that recommendation. ]
What could have made such a place?
[ She stops beside Wrath, watching the wall warily. ]
We cut it open then?
[ Like an infection. Break the skin and drain the ick out, right? ]
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The familiar weight of Youhuang provides an evaporating degree of comfort, as Fei's blood runs cold, catching sight of the hands that press against the other side of the skin wall, seeking to get closer to Wrath when he nears it.
When Xingchen speaks up, offering a protective charm, she hums in assent. ]
You should, I think we need it.
[ What they needed was to burn this monstrous room to cinders, but not knowing if that would bring harm to the children living at the orphanage, or the civilians dwelling below the cities keeps Fei from making that recommendation. ]
What could have made such a place?
[ She stops beside Wrath, watching the wall warily. ]
We cut it open then?
[ Like an infection. Break the skin and drain the ick out, right? ]