[against the cacaphony of Wei Wuxian's emotions Lan Wangji's self-contained knife-blade of grief just-- doesn't show up; Wei Wuxian would have to be looking for it to feel its stiletto presence through Lan Wangji's gut, and he's obviously not. Lan Wangji actually goes to his knees for a moment at the onslaught in his head, blank and tense enough against his shaking that he's achieved a tremble in his hands from the other direction entirely.]