( There is a war inside of Hua Cheng. One side wants to argue that Xie Lian knows himself better than that, the other has very vivid memories of all the times he has hurt himself in favour of a better outcome. And so. )

It seems my luck is coming back.

( The dice, Xie Lian, husband. Still, there are things keeping him from simply getting up and finding him. )

I cannot leave these streets. ( Conversational, one eye fixed on Lan Wangji. ) I think something is keeping the dead here. Though perhaps the natives can move about as they like. I haven't been able to tell.