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( Behold the beautiful view of one [1] Lan Wangji, blood-drenched in one of the dusty, downtrodden streets of Hatthevar, while rains weep down — clear, for a change. In the hand that isn't holding his pendant, his sword's drawn, bloodied. )
Slave masters know little of the man Matthias. ( A pause, then almost sheepish: ) When they yet speak. Their victims recall with difficulty. Shall search the waters for signs of his whereabouts.
( Small chance of it, but carrying on ) Beware wish makers. They tempt with that which is not theirs to give.

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Frustration can still be expressed at your poor concern for health.
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You freed others. From what?
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Even working under my uncle was fraught.
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Do you only oppose to voice objection?
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SHE IS JUDGING HIM SO HARSHLY RIGHT NOW
SO MUCH JUDGEMENT
CAN HE FEEL IT? ]
Yes. That does not mean I do not care. [ Why does she have to explain this to a grown man?
She's going to get drunk at an inn after this. ]
Because you lack consideration for you own health.
Standing out in the rain while bloodied can lead to problems. That is my objection. Not whatever you did to end up bloodied.
[ Where is the nearest wine shop? ]
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[ Said almost too politely. ]
And do get out of the rain, Hanguang-jun.
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