( Things happen here. Blood, carnage, sorcery. They happen, and they remain bound to these lands, and what is it Lan Wangji can speak of it? Nothing, to no one. Things happen here. )
You will protect me. ( An indulgence, a concession, a point of view. A kindness, by another name. ) My thoughts addled.
( His memories, but there is in the ginseng of that a thorough bitterness that corrupts him to the root, the danger that the storm of uncertainty that surrounds him might forever stoke, never fade. )
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( Things happen here. Blood, carnage, sorcery. They happen, and they remain bound to these lands, and what is it Lan Wangji can speak of it? Nothing, to no one. Things happen here. )
You will protect me. ( An indulgence, a concession, a point of view. A kindness, by another name. ) My thoughts addled.
( His memories, but there is in the ginseng of that a thorough bitterness that corrupts him to the root, the danger that the storm of uncertainty that surrounds him might forever stoke, never fade. )