( He should not answer. The words do not belong to him, their biting, banal truth. What is it the man said, Matthias? He has a daughter. And Lan Wangji, starting to saunter, does he not have family?
It is a selfish, visceral, dogged want. Something at once above and beneath him. He thinks, more fool he, that Five would understand the obstinacy, the profoundness of a need that brings men to their knees. )
I love him. ( Need not speak the name, of which circumstance has only ever allowed three in Akhuras: his brother, his son, Wei Ying. The name nearly inconsequential. ) This door?
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( He should not answer. The words do not belong to him, their biting, banal truth. What is it the man said, Matthias? He has a daughter. And Lan Wangji, starting to saunter, does he not have family?
It is a selfish, visceral, dogged want. Something at once above and beneath him. He thinks, more fool he, that Five would understand the obstinacy, the profoundness of a need that brings men to their knees. )
I love him. ( Need not speak the name, of which circumstance has only ever allowed three in Akhuras: his brother, his son, Wei Ying. The name nearly inconsequential. ) This door?