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/forgives... forgets...

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Armistice.

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I see you’ve been talking to Zewu-jun.

Peace for his sake, then?

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At his behest.

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And what do you really want?

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Inconsequential.

First of the terms: you live.

Second: at Lan Xichen's pleasure.

Third: you do not stir word, hand or thought against him.

Fourth: the same of Wei Wuxian.

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[He laughs.

He can’t help it, the words on his screen feeling as bright and searing to his eyes as the neon lights of the city they’ve found themselves imprisoned by. Wei fucking Wuxian. Of course it somehow still loops around to that man.

He laughs and laughs because it’s a release, something easing or perhaps breaking more until he’s in tears and he can no longer tell if the sounds are ones of mirth or sobs.

He presses a hand to his eyes and leans back against the couch, smiling up at the ceiling, feeling unhinged and the desperate edge of madness at the corners of his trailing laughter. As the vestiges of it fade into a silence that somehow he seems louder than his fit had been, Meng Yao—no, Guangyao— takes a breath before he responds.]

Wei Wuxian?

Oh, yes, your good friend.

What gain would there be to conspire against him in a world like this in the first place where no one knows him from the next person? There’s no advantage to that. Worry not, I have little reason to even acknowledge him again.

Your brother is a different matter, of course. I will gain back his trust and his friendship. If there is anyone who could make an honest man of me again, it would be Lan Xichen.

I will not disappoint him and I will never knowingly hurt him. I wouldn’t dream of it.

Rest assured, young master Lan. Your brother’s grip on my leash is tighter than I think he realizes. He will choke me on it long before harm could befall him.

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In blood bond. Swear it.

You, who are an oathless traitor. Swear it.

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For Lan Xichen? I will swear anything.

Shall we meet now and you can cut me until your heart is content with it? How much blood will suffice?

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Your body is too feeble to hold that requirement.

Only pledge.

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I think it’s more that you don’t trust yourself to stop.

I swear it.

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So witnessed. We are agreed.

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Is there anything else this humble one could do for you, Hanguang-Jun?

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No need for false courtesies between us.

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Nothing false about it. I’ve always held my manners in high-esteem, and I’m very serious about regaining Zewu-Jun’s affections. It would do well for us to have a decent relationship if we’re to get along in the future.

[You know. When you’re brothers-in-law]

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No relations.

You live on borrowed time.