"Your brother and sister," he echoes, softer at his edges, thinking and thinking, and the thought — catches. To the name, he is indifferent: a confusion of sects and adoption and the same appellative spread oftentimes among men who never crossed the same generation, let alone path, or bloodstream.
But a brother and sister. Only two among them, and Allison of the Hargreeves speaks of recent arrival. She is not of the caravan, no dreg of the citadel Sa-Hareth, nor paid beauty of swelling pride, collared by the merchant Mazyar. Inexorably, she shares of Lan Wangji's fate: brought and chained to a new world, adrift but finding purpose. So, then, her family are known.
Another phantasm flickers beside them, blinks slow and to his heads, and seems to signal they should stay, oh, stay. Hear him. Mercy blooms in Lan Wangji's heart too close to harvest, too easily culled down. He shakes his head and walks them on.
"The child and the woman Vanya." The possessed monster and the mystery, the only possibilities. The only siblings among them, barring the brothers Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin.
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But a brother and sister. Only two among them, and Allison of the Hargreeves speaks of recent arrival. She is not of the caravan, no dreg of the citadel Sa-Hareth, nor paid beauty of swelling pride, collared by the merchant Mazyar. Inexorably, she shares of Lan Wangji's fate: brought and chained to a new world, adrift but finding purpose. So, then, her family are known.
Another phantasm flickers beside them, blinks slow and to his heads, and seems to signal they should stay, oh, stay. Hear him. Mercy blooms in Lan Wangji's heart too close to harvest, too easily culled down. He shakes his head and walks them on.
"The child and the woman Vanya." The possessed monster and the mystery, the only possibilities. The only siblings among them, barring the brothers Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin.