"Oh, no, please do, I wouldn't want to deprive you of the pleasure." Quirked lips, for a man who has never taken other people's words on this too seriously, and leaned into them to try to forget the more embarrassing things he's said and done, or to act as if the more painful things have truly moved beyond his recollection.
Lan Zhan's belated flinch is a different kind of familiarity, but the delay worries at Wei Wuxian, and he knows Lan Zhan is still struggling. Blow to the temple, yes, but eyes tracking. The ways they'd been kept under chained to stone when kept drugged by some means, it lingers more heavily on him. Had he been there days longer?
He pauses in his scrubbing when Lan Zhan brings up the possibility that had been worrying him in those dark, salt-framed tunnels, with the quickness and ferocity of their near blinded undead. His expression sets, focussed, before he looks to Lan Zhan, tone level, firm, unshaken.
"I did not see them. I did not see you. They're no less capable than you are, and both a great deal more capable than I am." Better fed, in better condition, bodies less attuned toward being broken and recovering without the aids of what Lan Zhan was trying to share here not more than a handful of moments ago, against a wall no longer inward dented by the pressure of their combined weight.
"They would be here if they'd been taken." He has faith in this. He's unshaken in it, because if any harm has fallen on them, he will raze the dead until it breaks him.
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Lan Zhan's belated flinch is a different kind of familiarity, but the delay worries at Wei Wuxian, and he knows Lan Zhan is still struggling. Blow to the temple, yes, but eyes tracking. The ways they'd been kept under chained to stone when kept drugged by some means, it lingers more heavily on him. Had he been there days longer?
He pauses in his scrubbing when Lan Zhan brings up the possibility that had been worrying him in those dark, salt-framed tunnels, with the quickness and ferocity of their near blinded undead. His expression sets, focussed, before he looks to Lan Zhan, tone level, firm, unshaken.
"I did not see them. I did not see you. They're no less capable than you are, and both a great deal more capable than I am." Better fed, in better condition, bodies less attuned toward being broken and recovering without the aids of what Lan Zhan was trying to share here not more than a handful of moments ago, against a wall no longer inward dented by the pressure of their combined weight.
"They would be here if they'd been taken." He has faith in this. He's unshaken in it, because if any harm has fallen on them, he will raze the dead until it breaks him.