un: absterge

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Instructions to appease the dead were requested. For monks.

Do not greet them bloodied. Treat them as elders. Children. Capable of base emotion: fear, wrath, lust, fierce love.

Spare kindness. Respect. Sandalwood and joss sticks. Patience.

Forgive their pettiness. Their cruelty.

Allow them dignity. Listen, then perform their required appeasement.

Should this fail: binding. Execution.

( ooc: this has been Exorcism 101 and the only topic on which Lan Wangji will speak at length, Spider-walk taught during your next class. )

Comments

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Spared... influences.

[vestments]

That was the reason her mother moved countries, yes.

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...I pity you.

[vestments]

( fuck you. )

I wouldn't waste the energy if I was you.

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You are not.

Parents parted from children. A sorrow.

[vestments]

It's not that simple.

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Then?

[vestments]

The decision was made for a reason. It wasn't unwarranted.
Give your pity somewhere it's needed.

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No man thinks pity required.

[vestments]

Are you saying otherwise?

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The pitying mercy of a sect raised my son.

[vestments]

( oh—. )

Then you're projecting.

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Speaking with learned tongue.

[vestments]

She's with her mother. It's not the same.

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I hope her cared for.

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Your son, too.

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Nothing would threaten him.