"It's only been a few days." Or so. Zishu isn't entirely sure, having spent
half the cart ride swimming in and out of consciousness. "We've been
separated longer before. I had no doubt I'd find you." Or that Wen Kexing
would find him. His sticky zhiji tries so hard to run away, sometimes, and
still always comes bouncing back like a child's toy on a string.
Zishu can't say he dislikes it.
He turns to examine this odd mirror of himself, shifting to put himself
between the creature and Wen Kexing. "No," he says, and wishes he had Baiyi
in hand. "This is clearly my problem."
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"It's only been a few days." Or so. Zishu isn't entirely sure, having spent half the cart ride swimming in and out of consciousness. "We've been separated longer before. I had no doubt I'd find you." Or that Wen Kexing would find him. His sticky zhiji tries so hard to run away, sometimes, and still always comes bouncing back like a child's toy on a string.
Zishu can't say he dislikes it.
He turns to examine this odd mirror of himself, shifting to put himself between the creature and Wen Kexing. "No," he says, and wishes he had Baiyi in hand. "This is clearly my problem."