He is not staying here for that long, can not. A chill goes down his spine at the thought, the drizzle that had followed suddenly turning frosty. Wen Kexing cannot see the maze for a moment, blinded by the panic that thought brings. He manages to shake it off, eyes narrowed, going sharp before he points the slatted edge of his fan onwards.
Eventually his words find him again, strained slightly but still aiming for friendly. ) Why so long? Unless leaving is not, as I've been lead to believe, a mere matter of providing aid?
( And if not, what will he do? There's a dying man he needs to bully into remission. Another vine stretches, more insistent. It too gets treated the same way, though the movement might be more vicious than easy this time. )
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Two years.
He is not staying here for that long, can not. A chill goes down his spine at the thought, the drizzle that had followed suddenly turning frosty. Wen Kexing cannot see the maze for a moment, blinded by the panic that thought brings. He manages to shake it off, eyes narrowed, going sharp before he points the slatted edge of his fan onwards.
Eventually his words find him again, strained slightly but still aiming for friendly. ) Why so long? Unless leaving is not, as I've been lead to believe, a mere matter of providing aid?
( And if not, what will he do? There's a dying man he needs to bully into remission. Another vine stretches, more insistent. It too gets treated the same way, though the movement might be more vicious than easy this time. )