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The dead divulged at sea's shore: bereft, they haunt night waters. Buried ashore, they would wake to death's work.

Rest rites elude them.

Some among you wield fire unending. Lend light. The rest may release candles, salt and incense at sea.

If we do nothing of righteousness here, let us achieve this. What of the other dead?

( ooc: won't someone think of Akira/Lily/Anduin's corpses???? Threadjack away, you've got this. )

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That...

( Is not the way of gods, how they are made, how they bide, how they see themselves to embittered end and stalwart conclusion. Lan Wangji's brows pinch, mouth a line thinned and the grip of his fingers soft and straining over his brush. He writes again, lets the measured, borrowed truths of Xie Lian's mouth spill like chipped and dulled pearls, and asks himself if he is intended to take note of them — to collect them.

He believe what he speaks, is the hurt of it. Sincerity poisons better than artifice.

Sleep and ease and rest and bind. Simple instructions, mere rhetoric. He wonders, thoughts roiled, stormed and adrift, if they will take root or crumble. )

These wards cannot be tainted. Next you we are not in their presence, we may examine your marks.

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[That is absolutely the way of the Gods, Lan Wangji. Gods are childish and petty and vindictive and ruthless int heir emotions. This is what happens when your Gods are ascended mortals, they bring al of their mortal foibles to Heaven.

Believe him or not, it's of no consequence.]

the shackled don't affect anyone else but me, you don't need to worry about that. but it's better to finish this first anyway.