Xichen is sure he is dreaming, so this time he does not keep the confusion on his face hidden behind the mask of calm and collectedness. "Pardon?" Lans do not squawk like chickens, but it is a near thing.
He feels, more than he has during his time alone, like a fish out of water.
A part of him wants to laugh.
In all this time, Xichen has been left with worries and guilt. He has walked through every memory, seen it from a new angle and berated himself for how foolish he had been. How fooled. He wonders now, if any part that A--no, that Jin Guangyao had showed him had been real at all. Had he laughed to himself, when Lan Xichen stood up for him and defended him over and over, praised each idea as he saw at face value.
"Jiang Wanyin. What business is it of the Jiang Sect, if I have kept my home in order or not?" he manages, ignoring the food for now. "I am, as the disciples have no doubt reminded you, in seclusion."
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He feels, more than he has during his time alone, like a fish out of water.
A part of him wants to laugh.
In all this time, Xichen has been left with worries and guilt. He has walked through every memory, seen it from a new angle and berated himself for how foolish he had been. How fooled. He wonders now, if any part that A--no, that Jin Guangyao had showed him had been real at all. Had he laughed to himself, when Lan Xichen stood up for him and defended him over and over, praised each idea as he saw at face value.
"Jiang Wanyin. What business is it of the Jiang Sect, if I have kept my home in order or not?" he manages, ignoring the food for now. "I am, as the disciples have no doubt reminded you, in seclusion."