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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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Do you find me in the habit of asking these questions for my health??
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( Like approaching innocent brothers???? )
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And I've never seen you have a passing understanding of normalcy, so??
[ what's that got to do with the price of eggs, wangji? ]
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Are your clothes chafing you excessively in their drenched state?
[ because you're sounding pretty chafed, buddy. ]
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( That's right, your girlfriend. )