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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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[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. ]