( Look at this man, the strange, floating weightlessness of his disposition. How he appears equally adrift and fixed, the only constant in a sea of literal, solitary death.
And Lan Wangji thinks, He does not hear us. And it strikes him after, he does not see, he does not speak. A man dark like the depths, the curse of his omnipresence like sour ginseng in Wangji's mouth. He swallows. )
Malice unproven. ( The only certainty is the man's presence. But then, what else to be done but stare? ) The living. Let us attempt them first.
( Those with mouths and appetites to speak might prove easier targets. He hesitates, shivered, silvered mouldings foam dispersing on waters. ) Delicately.
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— may be the same he has lent aid.
( Look at this man, the strange, floating weightlessness of his disposition. How he appears equally adrift and fixed, the only constant in a sea of literal, solitary death.
And Lan Wangji thinks, He does not hear us. And it strikes him after, he does not see, he does not speak. A man dark like the depths, the curse of his omnipresence like sour ginseng in Wangji's mouth. He swallows. )
Malice unproven. ( The only certainty is the man's presence. But then, what else to be done but stare? ) The living. Let us attempt them first.
( Those with mouths and appetites to speak might prove easier targets. He hesitates, shivered, silvered mouldings foam dispersing on waters. ) Delicately.
( None of... the woman's... impetuous impulsiveness, please. Thank you. )