( She will think it foul play, the opportune moment for them to initiate a crime. To perform villainy upon her, who is already grieving. She will trust little, offer less.
All these things, Lan Wangji would not begrudge her, between callous whispers of the cold and the ground that fragments beneath their steps. He has understood they have half of a shichen — an hour. And if Lockwood can persuade her, if she allows him her eyes...
Is this wishful thinking or instruction?
No. No time. No time for negotiation, for kindness, for doubt. Only for action: one of the... eyes rests primly in Tykhe's hand. The second, collected on the tip of Lan Wangji's fast-drawn sword in a circular, seamless swing.
He does not ask permission. Does not make excuses. And, her sight only half cut, she hardly notices, at first.
He holds the eye on the sword, extending both towards Lockwood: )
Work quickly. ( Already, the woman is clutching her remaining eye in her hand, as if aware something is missing, if not quite what. )
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( She will think it foul play, the opportune moment for them to initiate a crime. To perform villainy upon her, who is already grieving. She will trust little, offer less.
All these things, Lan Wangji would not begrudge her, between callous whispers of the cold and the ground that fragments beneath their steps. He has understood they have half of a shichen — an hour. And if Lockwood can persuade her, if she allows him her eyes...
Is this wishful thinking or instruction?
No. No time. No time for negotiation, for kindness, for doubt. Only for action: one of the... eyes rests primly in Tykhe's hand. The second, collected on the tip of Lan Wangji's fast-drawn sword in a circular, seamless swing.
He does not ask permission. Does not make excuses. And, her sight only half cut, she hardly notices, at first.
He holds the eye on the sword, extending both towards Lockwood: )
Work quickly. ( Already, the woman is clutching her remaining eye in her hand, as if aware something is missing, if not quite what. )