( For once, a rare exception, he shies from Wei Ying's touch — nearly avoids it, but for parting lassitude, his manner thawed by conflict, changed. He is too overcome by filth, too buried in viscera and dipped in hate for Wei Ying to be exposed to his contagion. No more of him. He has done.
Anurr, now. A name like a whipping, stinging and raw. For years, he has hunted and haunted them, greedily chasing in their footsteps. Lan Wangji wishes him ended, culled, done — another malicious force to strip from a vulnerable world.
He stiffens, voice crackling, some part of it dark and entombed. )
no subject
( For once, a rare exception, he shies from Wei Ying's touch — nearly avoids it, but for parting lassitude, his manner thawed by conflict, changed. He is too overcome by filth, too buried in viscera and dipped in hate for Wei Ying to be exposed to his contagion. No more of him. He has done.
Anurr, now. A name like a whipping, stinging and raw. For years, he has hunted and haunted them, greedily chasing in their footsteps. Lan Wangji wishes him ended, culled, done — another malicious force to strip from a vulnerable world.
He stiffens, voice crackling, some part of it dark and entombed. )
Can we afford to delay?