It's a resignation shared, if for different reasons. Lan Zhan feels it in his bones. When the nights are cold and damp, his right leg aches for all the abuse it has suffered. Talking to Wei Wuxian like this makes his heart ache instead, as if this were another old injury made worse by the bitter cold that stretches between them.
The beast as been reduced to ash, and will corrupt no more, and nor will its evil add to those of the Burial Mounds. This is a victory. Standing here with Wei Wuxian makes it feel like a defeat.
"I'm not worried about killers," he says, despite the fact he knows it's opening the door for another fight. But if he would just take a moment to hear him, then maybe it could be different! "I worry about good hearts that turn black, when illness befalls them."
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Date: 2020-09-30 04:16 am (UTC)The beast as been reduced to ash, and will corrupt no more, and nor will its evil add to those of the Burial Mounds. This is a victory. Standing here with Wei Wuxian makes it feel like a defeat.
"I'm not worried about killers," he says, despite the fact he knows it's opening the door for another fight. But if he would just take a moment to hear him, then maybe it could be different! "I worry about good hearts that turn black, when illness befalls them."