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The good news: the energy-revealing array works!

The bad news --

It's not bad news, he insists to himself. It just... is. It's a complication, a hole in the road, a little snare tripping him up. That's all. It doesn't have to be more. It might not even be in the first place, yes? He is dead, Lan Zhan is alive, of course seeing just how very alive would stir something in him. That's all it is.

Right?

Never mind that he's fairly certain if he placed the same array on Harrow, or Tom-gongzi, or Ingress, he would not have been struck the same way. That -- it's ridiculous, this is all ridiculous, and that's why he's out here by the lake, standing on a flat rock with another array of talismans fluttering in his hand.

The key is not just luring resentful energy from the forest, despite the suppression around the inn. It is how swiftly he can do it. During his coffee-fueled spree of work last night, he drew up some new lures that ought to work faster than a traditional set. Now he scatters them in a wide circle around his feet, gestures sharply, and sends a bolt of red energy into the yellow paper slips.

Silently, in his head, he begins to count. One... two... three...

At the count of thirteen, something boils at the forest's edge, dark and oily.

Wei Wuxian smiles and lifts his flute to meet it.

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[we_bring_hell]

"That is why we use blood," she says, nodding. "It is potent with thalergy that converts slowly as the cells die. The cycle decays naturally over time."

[acrookedpath]

"Ah! I had wondered." He grins. "I assumed this whole time it worked much as our use of blood does -- life attracts the dead, so it can be a more potent way to lure ghosts or resentful energy."

...And now he's thinking of Lan Zhan again.

Damn it.

[we_bring_hell]

"Blood is useful for that as well," she says, nodding. "The slow decay leaves a trail into the hereafter that draws spirits who desire the rest of the thalergy."

"But for your purposes--how quickly does power propagate through the talisman? Could you divert it down delaying channels?"

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"That's what I was thinking," he says, nodding. "It flashes through the talisman very quickly, most of the time -- they are meant to complement other fast-moving forms of cultivation, so there cannot be any delay in their effects. But if the energy passed through several long loops of instruction that only told it to keep going, or if those instructions told it to move at a slower pace..."

His whole face has lit up with the delight of a new project to tackle.

"I think it may work."

[we_bring_hell]

"Long loops were what I was thinking, but if it was too fast it wouldn't work. But of course, if it follows directions you could just tell it to go slower."

"I'm afraid thanergy is much more particular--it requires either very simple instructions, or complex emulations. But I suppose it makes sense. Getting the energy of death and decay to do anything productive is like persuading water to flow uphill."

[acrookedpath]

"And resentful energy is often all too eager to take action." Wry, but still smiling. "If it were not, it would be at peace, and there would be no energy to rouse at all."

He contemplates the spiral a moment longer. The red ink of the pen already makes it appear similar to blood; it does not take too much to imagine how it would look if drawn with a sliced fingertip.

"You said blood can call to the dead with its thalergy," he says at last, slower, still focused on Harrow's drawing. "How does that manifest, exactly?"

[we_bring_hell]

"The cells of the blood die slowly, and produce a slow drip of thanergy. The spirits need thanergy to function, so they are drawn to it--although they must convert it into a sort of pseudo-lifeforce to make use of it."

"Revenant spirits harness large amounts of it using violent emotions, but even ordinary ghosts capture small amounts. We call this revenant or poltergeist energy. The Second House have a method for transferring it to living creatures, but it is a secret of their House."

[acrookedpath]

The rest of what she says -- about revenant spirits and poltergeist energy -- is certainly interesting. Her description of it comes far closer to Wei Wuxian's own resentful energy than anything else she has explained to date; it makes him think there is not as large a difference in their work as he once thought.

But it's the first part that makes his stomach drop an inch.

"So it is not the thalergy they are truly attracted to, but the thanergy," he says. "You're certain? Ah, no, of course you would be, I do not mean to imply you're not -- "

[we_bring_hell]

"I am not sure what ghosts are thinking," she admits. "But mystically speaking, they must make use of death energy, not life energy. But of course it's the same energy, going through transformations."

"Why?"

[acrookedpath]

"It's nothing," he says quickly. Far too quickly. "I have finished the energy-revealing array and I tested it last night, that's all."

A beat.

"On Lan Zhan. It worked fine!" he goes on, even more swiftly. "That is the problem, it worked fine, he is very much alive and if I am dead then it would have made sense, but if you are saying the dead are drawn to thanergy then I don't know what -- "

He trips over the last few words, floundering.

[we_bring_hell]

"You don't know what?" She cocks her head.

"Did you feel drawn to consume Lan Wangji?" At this point Gideon would have an aneurysm.

[acrookedpath]

"No!" he yelps. "No, it's nothing like that, I'm not -- "

He can feel his cheeks flushing.

"I'm not a danger to him, I know I am not behaving like a ghost would in our world, the inn's -- counteracting that but I don't know if it's counteracting enough. I think it is? I think -- "

Wei Wuxian buries his face in his hands.





Very, very muffled: "I think I might be in love with Lan Zhan?"

[we_bring_hell]

"Yes?" she says, waiting for the shocking part.

[acrookedpath]

She is taking this so much better than Wei Wuxian himself, he thinks dimly.

"That stupid array," he groans, with a drama that would make even Nie Huaisang raise his eyebrows a bit. "It would have made sense if it was only because he is pure thalergy. I can't describe it, Harrow. I have been thinking about it all day."

[we_bring_hell]

"Wei Wuxian," she says as kindly as she can, which isn't very good to be honest. "I told you I thought of you as a necromancer and cavalier pair. It is a rather... intense emotional relationship. Not necessarily passionate--indeed, there are some who frown on that sort of coupling--but I have never been especially concerned with matters of the flesh."

"Of course you love each other. It has been clear to me for some time."

[acrookedpath]

He raises his head, baffled. "You -- ?"

To be fair, Wei Wuxian has had... rather a lot on his mind since he arrived at the inn. And before that. And before that. But if his face weren't aflame before, it is now with the realization that Harrow has seen him so plainly, long before even Wei Wuxian himself could see it.

"But we had drifted apart before... everything." He rubs at his face again. "I didn't think -- of course I was happy to see him here, but..."

He trails into another frustrated groan.

[we_bring_hell]

She shakes her head, nonplussed and a horrific hypocrite.

"You have both been through a terrible loss together. I do not know who you were before that, but now.... he is so obviously the most important person in your life. And it is just as obvious that nothing matters to him as much as you."

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He exhales a long, long breath.

She's right. Lan Zhan has always meant so much to him, and never more so than here, where he is Wei Wuxian's last tie to his old life. Even when they were at odds, they were connected, never straying far from one another's orbit.

Somehow it is easier to think of it that way: he is the most important person in my life.

And yet --

"I don't think," he says, haltingly, "it is the same love I would have for a friend or a sibling. Or any other important person in my life."

[we_bring_hell]

Harrow colors slightly, which the facepaint is great for. "I take little interest in matters of the flesh."

(Lies. Hypocrisy. She who tells lies does not love the sacred truth of the Tomb.)


"But if that is something you both wish--" She gestures, slightly helplessly. They are treading close to a point of honor. Before Lan Wangji had confided in her, she could have shared her suspicions, but now she knows more and can say less. "Surely he knows his worth to you already?"

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian has no such reprieve as Harrow's greasepaint: he whole face is on fire, and the best mercy he can offer himself is dropping his head back into his hands.

"Perhaps." Muffled. "As I said, though -- we had drifted apart. In some ways it is not as easy as it used to be."

[we_bring_hell]

She sighs. "Wei Wuxian, who am I to give you counsel? Gideon Nav thinks I despise her."

How on earth did she find herself in this situation?

"I will tell you this; I do not believe there is anything you could do to lose the esteem of Lan Wangji."

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Despite himself, Wei Wuxian laughs, quick and wry. He drops his hands -- his cheeks are still as red as if he drank five entire bottles of wine -- and chances looking up at Harrow again.

"I am sorry," he says. "I did not mean to burden you. I am thinking far too much about -- everything. It is part of why I came out here to test the lures: so I would think about something else for a moment."

[we_bring_hell]

"You do not burden me," she says. "But I am not... I could not conceive of a worst person to help you."

"If you would rather discuss something else--shall we speak of necromancy? I have been experimenting with... our common acquaintance... on creating differentiated thanergy with elemental alignments."

[acrookedpath]

"I would like that," he says with another small laugh. "Tell me what you have learned, Harrow. I am grateful for the distraction."

Our common acquaintance -- he has his suspicions. If it is indeed Moiraine, this may give him more knowledge of how her own cultivation works, and perhaps give him the means to better counter it. If it is not -- well, then he has learned something new and exciting anyway!

[we_bring_hell]

"As you may know, she channels power from an external source--not from her own energy, as your cultivators do, or from disparate sources as you and I do."

"That raw power is differentiated into one of five elemental forms, which are then combined in what she calls weaves--for instance, she showed me a wall of Air using components of Fire to bend light around an object."

"We have proven that I can handle her thalergenic magic, but when I do so it transforms to thanergy. I have been trying to maintain the elemental distinction across the transformation, and have had some promising results."