[ It's not the least bit unexpected, that Wei Wuxian would analyze his words. Lan Xichen is well aware of both his intelligence and his inquisitory nature, and for a moment he is reminded of the time so long ago when they went to investigate the water ghosts together, and Wei Wuxian had so many pointed questions he avoided answering.
Many things have changed, but some things haven't.
It's less reassuring to know for certain that even Wei Wuxian's brand of cultivation is cut off from him - which means whatever method they're using must be more elaborate than simply sealing their spiritual energy and cutting off access to their golden cores - but his expression picks up in interest at that. ]
How - there are always new techniques, and I have heard of such a thing as a transfer, but to bestow abilities out of nothing - is that what they've done, stolen our abilities along with our emotions to use for their -
[ There's a stirring of anger there that's - unlike him, and he cuts off as he catches himself. He breathes out, offering Wei Wuxian an apologetic smile before he follows after him through the door.
He might have left it at that - they are busy, after all, and clarifying why he had used Meng Yao can wait - only he doesn't want what happened with Wangji to happen to Wei Wuxian. He doesn't look back over, though, instead taking in the long hallway they've slipped into, scanning for anything other than what appears to be a single door on the other end. ]
There is another discrepancy of time. Meng Yao remembers only up until the moment we prepared to part ways for him to become our inside informant on Wen Ruohan. [ There's a pause, then, ] Please don't call him Jin Guangyao or Lianfang-Zun when you see him, he will think you have mistaken him for someone else.
[ Something that he would have always asked, of course, because he would not want his friend to be hurt by believing that he had been forgotten, but now, well. Now there's even more motivation, until he figures out how to help combat the way Meng Yao allows resentment to build within him. ]
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Many things have changed, but some things haven't.
It's less reassuring to know for certain that even Wei Wuxian's brand of cultivation is cut off from him - which means whatever method they're using must be more elaborate than simply sealing their spiritual energy and cutting off access to their golden cores - but his expression picks up in interest at that. ]
How - there are always new techniques, and I have heard of such a thing as a transfer, but to bestow abilities out of nothing - is that what they've done, stolen our abilities along with our emotions to use for their -
[ There's a stirring of anger there that's - unlike him, and he cuts off as he catches himself. He breathes out, offering Wei Wuxian an apologetic smile before he follows after him through the door.
He might have left it at that - they are busy, after all, and clarifying why he had used Meng Yao can wait - only he doesn't want what happened with Wangji to happen to Wei Wuxian. He doesn't look back over, though, instead taking in the long hallway they've slipped into, scanning for anything other than what appears to be a single door on the other end. ]
There is another discrepancy of time. Meng Yao remembers only up until the moment we prepared to part ways for him to become our inside informant on Wen Ruohan. [ There's a pause, then, ] Please don't call him Jin Guangyao or Lianfang-Zun when you see him, he will think you have mistaken him for someone else.
[ Something that he would have always asked, of course, because he would not want his friend to be hurt by believing that he had been forgotten, but now, well. Now there's even more motivation, until he figures out how to help combat the way Meng Yao allows resentment to build within him. ]