( This, at least, a question academic, while their eyes wander where the droves of dead men crawl and trail after each other, shadow after shadow, a string of forlorn silhouettes —
Gaining strength they share, lent from Xie Lian's resources. Seeming to thrive as their murmurs evolve into full-fledged speech, as they nurture each other to move forward. The duty. The mission. The goal.
Lan Wangji can hardly believe much will come of it, until the sword one knight — one paladin — wields thickens and gains weight and substance, until he sees them concocting a strategy. Until a handful dash forward, chasing in the distance, where a Motherless is enjoying its feeding. )
The dead do not feast upon their own. Only the living show them cruelty.
( Through gestures, through summons, through attempts at control. Through pained and distant memories. )
This is... cannibalism. ( Almost as unnatural as observing the paladins in their righteous hunt. ) You have witnessed the dead preying on dead before?
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( This, at least, a question academic, while their eyes wander where the droves of dead men crawl and trail after each other, shadow after shadow, a string of forlorn silhouettes —
Gaining strength they share, lent from Xie Lian's resources. Seeming to thrive as their murmurs evolve into full-fledged speech, as they nurture each other to move forward. The duty. The mission. The goal.
Lan Wangji can hardly believe much will come of it, until the sword one knight — one paladin — wields thickens and gains weight and substance, until he sees them concocting a strategy. Until a handful dash forward, chasing in the distance, where a Motherless is enjoying its feeding. )
The dead do not feast upon their own. Only the living show them cruelty.
( Through gestures, through summons, through attempts at control. Through pained and distant memories. )
This is... cannibalism. ( Almost as unnatural as observing the paladins in their righteous hunt. ) You have witnessed the dead preying on dead before?