"You want me to declare him a presumptive heir to the Gusu Lan." He instinctively wants to say no, of course not, the elders would never support this. He watched the Wen burn his home, kill his clan members. The name brings up an knee-jerk refusal that he bites his teeth down onto, because no.
This isn't a grown Wen cultivator, claiming Gusu Lan despite a long and bloody war.
This is a child.
A child is not guilty for the sins of its elders. It cannot be. He has to believe this, or he has sins of his fathers to atone for.
Lan Xichen stares at this space that should not be, daylight of the wrong quality, plants he does not recognize, and knows that there is a very good chance he will lose his little brother.
"This place you have the child hidden - does it have robes appropriate for Gusu Lan?" During the Sunshot Campaign, Lan Xichen earned a reputation for pulling off daring rescues and narrow escapes. Surely he could pull off one more, if it meant having some hope that he'd still have his brother at the end of it.
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Date: 2020-11-02 06:22 pm (UTC)This isn't a grown Wen cultivator, claiming Gusu Lan despite a long and bloody war.
This is a child.
A child is not guilty for the sins of its elders. It cannot be. He has to believe this, or he has sins of his fathers to atone for.
Lan Xichen stares at this space that should not be, daylight of the wrong quality, plants he does not recognize, and knows that there is a very good chance he will lose his little brother.
"This place you have the child hidden - does it have robes appropriate for Gusu Lan?" During the Sunshot Campaign, Lan Xichen earned a reputation for pulling off daring rescues and narrow escapes. Surely he could pull off one more, if it meant having some hope that he'd still have his brother at the end of it.