He stands silent for some time, right hand at the small of his back and left at his side, considering all of this. Slowly, the tide begins to roll in, soaking both of them more with each wave.
Lan Wangji suspects that Harrow expects him to -- do something. Strike at her, perhaps, whether with blade or music, or even merely depart in disgust, rejecting her and her necromancy and her tomb and her corpse.
He knows that there are those in his own sect of Gusu Lan (not to mention the other Great Sects) who would expect him to do the same.
"She still sleeps? In the tomb?"
He glances sideways at her.
"I assume she must. You have said it, and the energy was..."
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Date: 2020-09-13 06:30 am (UTC)Lan Wangji suspects that Harrow expects him to -- do something. Strike at her, perhaps, whether with blade or music, or even merely depart in disgust, rejecting her and her necromancy and her tomb and her corpse.
He knows that there are those in his own sect of Gusu Lan (not to mention the other Great Sects) who would expect him to do the same.
"She still sleeps? In the tomb?"
He glances sideways at her.
"I assume she must. You have said it, and the energy was..."