( Not... as himself. Estranged, perhaps, from his own person. Or sickened. Or simply entwined with different beliefs than those that shape him now.

Possibilities, probabilities. Lan Wangji should not presume — for all he gazed upon this man and sees the curious silhouette of similarity. He should pretend to pay better mind to his rod and line, as the wind picks up, waters rippling. Should at least stoke the base kindling of interest.

He cannot. )

You are not alone.