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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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[silverneedles]

When this is over? Likely, yes. Unless it has the power to change my death. But even then, there is more for me here. Do you intend to return home?

[downswing]

The choice is not my own.

[silverneedles]

I you have the choice, return home. See that Wen Ning does not suffer at the hands of the clans who continue to try to control him.

[downswing]

At times, I believe Wei Ying would benefit to linger.

[silverneedles]

His name doesn't live in infamy here.

[downswing]

Nor your own. A simple life.

[silverneedles]

As a child, I dreamt of being a wandering physician. Perhaps here that could be a possibility.

[downswing]

You do not fear the dead?

[silverneedles]

I could say there's no need to fear the dead when I'm already dead, but there is little truth there. Of course I fear the dead here; they are much more fearsome than anything we had back home. But I'm not in the habit of letting fear stop me.

[downswing]

Nor caution.

Then, you may be happy here.