( There is a delicacy to this creature, the spirit who meanders, like brittle glass. If she flinches, she falls — she will break.
And the slivers of her will cut them clean and bleed them dry, and they will eat the shards of her with each breath and tatter their lungs, and her hurt will be their hurt, and their hurt will be agony — such is the way of these ghosts, violently woken. Each night, stirred by loneliness and obsession, never prone to surrender.
No, she is kind now, as they lead her as if by a collar, or a noose, but part of her affects it. )
You should have been a child. ( But it was wrested from him, and Lan Wangji does not ask, what was left in the wake of that? ) If you wait at each turn for the world to betray you, one day you will betray it first.
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( There is a delicacy to this creature, the spirit who meanders, like brittle glass. If she flinches, she falls — she will break.
And the slivers of her will cut them clean and bleed them dry, and they will eat the shards of her with each breath and tatter their lungs, and her hurt will be their hurt, and their hurt will be agony — such is the way of these ghosts, violently woken. Each night, stirred by loneliness and obsession, never prone to surrender.
No, she is kind now, as they lead her as if by a collar, or a noose, but part of her affects it. )
You should have been a child. ( But it was wrested from him, and Lan Wangji does not ask, what was left in the wake of that? ) If you wait at each turn for the world to betray you, one day you will betray it first.