[ Lockwood observes all of this, all of this from a close, yet safe distance. What Lan Wangji does with his hand, the boy doesn't understand it but he can see the results in how Tykhe moves. It is power that doesn't necessarily engender comfort in the youth, it speaks to closely to the idea of necromancy -Bickerstaff- but it definitely gets the job done, so Lockwood keeps his reservation to himself.
He watches the reunion with some trepidation, still thinking of the older man's theory that Cassandra might be trying to avoid Tykhe. But as the two embrace, withdraw and embrace again, a bittersweet expression comes across Lockwood's face. He cannot help briefly wondering if he and his family would greet one another in such a way, were he to join them in the spirit world. It is not the first time he has had such thoughts, though not a place he has allowed his mind to wander since arriving in this world.
As Tykhe approaches him, Lockwood shakes himself from his melancholy and forces his focus back on the here, and the now. He reaches out to take the offered eyes, cradling them carefully on his mortal flesh, before closing his fingers around them and smiling gently to Tykhe. ]
Thank you, Tykhe. [ He loads the words with genuine appreciation, remembering the advice Lan Wangji just now shared with him; how the spirits can hear. Advice that echoes within his mind in a voice that sounds a lot like Lucy. She would have insisted on a proper expression of gratitude as well.]
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He watches the reunion with some trepidation, still thinking of the older man's theory that Cassandra might be trying to avoid Tykhe. But as the two embrace, withdraw and embrace again, a bittersweet expression comes across Lockwood's face. He cannot help briefly wondering if he and his family would greet one another in such a way, were he to join them in the spirit world. It is not the first time he has had such thoughts, though not a place he has allowed his mind to wander since arriving in this world.
As Tykhe approaches him, Lockwood shakes himself from his melancholy and forces his focus back on the here, and the now. He reaches out to take the offered eyes, cradling them carefully on his mortal flesh, before closing his fingers around them and smiling gently to Tykhe. ]
Thank you, Tykhe. [ He loads the words with genuine appreciation, remembering the advice Lan Wangji just now shared with him; how the spirits can hear. Advice that echoes within his mind in a voice that sounds a lot like Lucy. She would have insisted on a proper expression of gratitude as well.]