[PALACE GAME - LAN WANGJI RUN]

[laughitoff]

Everything is red. You are dying, somewhere far beyond pain, the very essence of yourself going to pieces. You’re shattering so badly you don’t know if you’ll ever find all of yourself again, if you’ll ever put yourself back together. There are teeth on you, ripping, tearing, devouring. There are teeth inside you, carving their way out, and those are worse.

This is a memory, happening at a remove. It is not yours. This is not happening now.

Everything is grey. You wake up in a prison cell, eyes wide, the ceiling flat and blank and unfamiliar above you. For a moment you simply think, no. You think, Please, wasn’t it over? Wasn’t it enough? You consider closing your eyes again and refusing to get up, until oblivion reclaims you. Even if you’re no longer dying, everything hurts.

This is a memory, happening at a remove. It is not yours. This is not happening now.

What is happening, then?

You–

–sit up.

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[strikingchords]

[quiet]

Nor have you accepted.

[laughitoff]

Don't you want a rest too...?

[strikingchords]

I do.

But, not as Wei Ying thinks.

[laughitoff]

Then...?

[strikingchords]

[...very low...]

It is difficult, to stand by. When someone you care for might be harmed.

Wei Ying knows.

[laughitoff]

[winces]

I can't lie here. I can't tell you I'm okay with you taking it in my place to protect me, either.

[strikingchords]

...

Must it be one or the other?

[laughitoff]

[soft]

How do you stop the pain coming?

[strikingchords]

...








[takes Wei Wuxian's hand

laces their fingers together again...]

[laughitoff]

[Wei Wuxian allows this.]

[strikingchords]

[soft and sincere]

You cannot.

But Wei Ying's presence has ever eased mine.

[laughitoff]

...

Then, selfishly, I would ask you to stay.

[strikingchords]

...

Not selfish.

[kisses his soft dumb head, where he's nestled in]

Or, a welcome kind.

[laughitoff]

[his breath heaves a bit, but he doesn't quite actually cry]

...you'll be going soon. Out of here, I mean.

[strikingchords]

...

I will miss it.

Are you safe, for now?

[carefully controlled concern; he doesn't have much more spiritual energy to give...]

[laughitoff]

Yes. I should...be able to take care of the rest.

[he doesn't address 'I will miss it' because he doesn't know what to say to THAT, god]

[strikingchords]

Can I help further?

[wistful...?]

[laughitoff]

You can.

But Lan Zhan should rest. You can help from the outside, too.

[strikingchords]

Wei Ying should, also.

...

What after?

[laughitoff]

What do you mean?

[strikingchords]

What will he need, from outside?

What would he like?

[laughitoff]

Probably just rest, too, and time.

[strikingchords]

[as sincere as ever:]

Whatever Wei Ying wishes.

[laughitoff]

I don't wish for much, in this.

[strikingchords]

In this?