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[downswing]

( 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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[matermali]

[ Not for lack of trying, but sapphic panic cursed that failure and subsequently the entire world. Take note! ]

Do you believe it could alter your path for the better, then? If you return, keeping to mind everything that you have seen and learned in Akhuras?

[downswing]

A life lived at all is well lived. Agreed?

[matermali]

Yes, for most.

[downswing]

Then, I wish it remembered. You?

[matermali]

I would wish to be remembered.

[ Is she going to have to say the thing? ]

I will be gone when this is over. I am...not as I was when first awakening in Akhuras, Wangji.

[ Maybe that much was obvious. ]

[downswing]

Elaborate.

{ private bc this always happens

[matermali]

After we were summoned to the House of Manouk, I was suddenly returned to London.

There were, perhaps...months left, at best. Yes? ...Time always ticked away differently within her heart, even where it was infinite. Endless. Now, it starts, and stops, and starts again...but it was never meant to start again. She bears it only for as long as she must.

[ The alternating pronouns carry on fluidly while speaking, normal as can be. ]

As I said... I have nowhere else to go.

idek if his first-arc bootleg pendant does private functions, but we rolling lmf

[downswing]

She?

whatever the pendant version of his inbox is?!

[matermali]

Vanessa.

[downswing]

Come to Cloud Recesses.

[matermali]

Your home?

[ A confused delay with Victorian blue screen. ]

But— I can't.

[downswing]

...why? Because it has not been attempted?

[matermali]

There is no knowing what will become of this body, even if I could somehow leave.

[ The beacons just keep dragging her back. Don't give her hope, that's supposed to be dead and buried! ]

I was revived for this cause, whatever that should mean. I did not...imagine to last beyond it.

[downswing]

Perhaps you are short imagination.

[matermali]

Perhaps it died when hope did.

[ And faith. ]

Why...would you make such an offer? To me?

[downswing]

We take in all innocent.

[matermali]

I am no innocent.

Believe me when I say, I do not belong in your world. Not in any world.

[ Softer. ]

But... Thank you.

[ Even if it was offered due to pity. ]

[downswing]

( No one ever wishes to come back to Cloud Recesses. )


Understood.

[matermali]

...If it were possible, it would have been an honor — perhaps another adventure. For but a moment, it was lovely to dream again.

[ And heartbreaking.

She would kind of love to go, but that place is probably warded against demons and monsters, and um well...! He'll see soon enough. ]