( His eyes, briefly, shutter, the scratch of rain dripping down, the pitter-patter of slave-ghosts and urchins, the tumult of wheels and footsteps on the road all —

Lost. Erased. Distinctly and thoroughly fading, while Lan Wangji calls himself back into the moment and his study of the information presented to them. Wei Ying would excel at this. Wei Ying, flimsy but laughing and strong, excels at everything.

Wei Ying should have immortality. And a smile, thin, allows him a moment to cherish the distraction. Five and his questions could not have known to anticipate this. Ah.

Five. Five, who waits. Lan Wangji startles awake, starts to walk again. )

At every turn, you have attempted to use matters against men. It has not worked. ( Perhaps learn. ) Come. We go.