( Only now, through magic and guise Lan Wangji still struggles to decipher. Perhaps there is no high ground for him to climb, no vantage for a man complicit. The sword arm bears the weight of the blade — the kill, or that which is produced through the defence it offers.
He staggers, but forces the elevator's doors open, the carriage rattling like shoes shaking off fresh snow. )
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And yet you swindled.
( Only now, through magic and guise Lan Wangji still struggles to decipher. Perhaps there is no high ground for him to climb, no vantage for a man complicit. The sword arm bears the weight of the blade — the kill, or that which is produced through the defence it offers.
He staggers, but forces the elevator's doors open, the carriage rattling like shoes shaking off fresh snow. )
Habit or duress?