( He blinks balefully, owlishly, trying to at once order the man Wei Wuxian's demands in his mind and the sparks of stubborn, disobedient memory he stokes within Zenobius. He thinks, yes, he knows... something. Of help, perhaps, to someone. This man, maybe. Others of his kind. )
Matthias never spoke of brothers. Or sisters. Living, or dead. Or... what's that word, there? You either are dead, or you are alive. 'Undead.' Who speaks like that? You don't know words? At your age, I knew words.
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Matthias... brothers...? What?
( He blinks balefully, owlishly, trying to at once order the man Wei Wuxian's demands in his mind and the sparks of stubborn, disobedient memory he stokes within Zenobius. He thinks, yes, he knows... something. Of help, perhaps, to someone. This man, maybe. Others of his kind. )
Matthias never spoke of brothers. Or sisters. Living, or dead. Or... what's that word, there? You either are dead, or you are alive. 'Undead.' Who speaks like that? You don't know words? At your age, I knew words.