Hey it’s been cut down to like, two thousand or something here, thank you very much. Because Lan Wangji is shockingly merciful sometimes. Sometimes. She still remembers trying to do handstands for punishment...
She pauses when he does, her eyes bright and intense, all her senses open. It was too bad her camera didn’t appear to work here at all—the filament turning colors based on if a supernatural thing was hostile or not would’ve certainly come in handy now.
She bristles at first, because yes she said it first and yes he was right, but he didn’t have to say it! “My powers showed up when I was 3. No one else believed me, because no one else could see or hear what I could. They thought I was making things up, or something.”
Her tone is slightly vicious when she says it, fingers tightening in aggravation on the camera. It had been 14 years of being mocked or told she was lying or making things up, even when staring death right in the face. That did things to a kid, ding able to see the broken bodies of the dead day in and day out and having no reprieve or reassurance from the ones who were meant to guide you.
She was bitter. Her own resentment could probably go toe to toe with the burial mounds itself.
His question makes her pause and she stops walking then, staring at him a moment. “...No. I didn’t die. But I—“ almost wished I was. Miu purses her lips and looks down at the camera. “...Girls with powers like mine were sacrificed. They’re not dead, but they’re not living either, trapped in a special reliquary to...serve as seals. And purifying resentful energy into pure. Or something similar to that, at least.” She was more putting it into a way he might better understand, it that’s essentially what the sacrifices did anyhow. It wasn’t really a lie, just it was water, not energy in and of itself.
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She pauses when he does, her eyes bright and intense, all her senses open. It was too bad her camera didn’t appear to work here at all—the filament turning colors based on if a supernatural thing was hostile or not would’ve certainly come in handy now.
She bristles at first, because yes she said it first and yes he was right, but he didn’t have to say it! “My powers showed up when I was 3. No one else believed me, because no one else could see or hear what I could. They thought I was making things up, or something.”
Her tone is slightly vicious when she says it, fingers tightening in aggravation on the camera. It had been 14 years of being mocked or told she was lying or making things up, even when staring death right in the face. That did things to a kid, ding able to see the broken bodies of the dead day in and day out and having no reprieve or reassurance from the ones who were meant to guide you.
She was bitter. Her own resentment could probably go toe to toe with the burial mounds itself.
His question makes her pause and she stops walking then, staring at him a moment. “...No. I didn’t die. But I—“ almost wished I was. Miu purses her lips and looks down at the camera. “...Girls with powers like mine were sacrificed. They’re not dead, but they’re not living either, trapped in a special reliquary to...serve as seals. And purifying resentful energy into pure. Or something similar to that, at least.” She was more putting it into a way he might better understand, it that’s essentially what the sacrifices did anyhow. It wasn’t really a lie, just it was water, not energy in and of itself.