This does not do much to smooth the worry from Wei Wuxian's face.
To think of Lan Zhan alone in Cold Pond Cave, haunted by his own mind each time he tried to sleep, for three years -- is that how long he means when it says it will take a while? Has he spent his entire seclusion this way? Even now, does he still dream of Nightless City, and is just able to bend his impeccable composure toward holding himself together better than Wei Wuxian ever could?
I was not there, is all he can think. I was not there to help him.
"Yes," he manages, very soft. He tries for another faint smile. "And you are here now. So am I."
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To think of Lan Zhan alone in Cold Pond Cave, haunted by his own mind each time he tried to sleep, for three years -- is that how long he means when it says it will take a while? Has he spent his entire seclusion this way? Even now, does he still dream of Nightless City, and is just able to bend his impeccable composure toward holding himself together better than Wei Wuxian ever could?
I was not there, is all he can think. I was not there to help him.
"Yes," he manages, very soft. He tries for another faint smile. "And you are here now. So am I."