( He knows, before confirming: the old way, to fade and disperse and make a trickling, dissolving nuisance of oneself, leaving but thought and nuisance. Such is how ghosts behave, and he has been accused before, that an exorcist is as a blade, seeing in all things that which earns stabbing. That he serves but one purpose and reduces all streams of investigation to the narrow tunnel of that which is known.
He cannot quarrel with that interpretation. There are less kindly things yet said between the world and Lan Wangji. Now, struggling to drift unto both teeth, teeth chattering on instinct while he drags a crystalline rope of snow behind him — he feels only the fit of logic unspoken, of truths righteously assumed.
The flower is not his own to claim, to decide upon. Perhaps that too is its own mercy. He turns his head to spy Clara and beneath the blinding white sun, hardly sees. )
no subject
( He knows, before confirming: the old way, to fade and disperse and make a trickling, dissolving nuisance of oneself, leaving but thought and nuisance. Such is how ghosts behave, and he has been accused before, that an exorcist is as a blade, seeing in all things that which earns stabbing. That he serves but one purpose and reduces all streams of investigation to the narrow tunnel of that which is known.
He cannot quarrel with that interpretation. There are less kindly things yet said between the world and Lan Wangji. Now, struggling to drift unto both teeth, teeth chattering on instinct while he drags a crystalline rope of snow behind him — he feels only the fit of logic unspoken, of truths righteously assumed.
The flower is not his own to claim, to decide upon. Perhaps that too is its own mercy. He turns his head to spy Clara and beneath the blinding white sun, hardly sees. )
Will you relinquish it to him? The prince.