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[consignation]

jiang wanyin

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[consignation]

[ Unscathed. Jiang Cheng allows himself a single breath of relief. ]

And you? How scathed?

[downswing]

Inconsequentially. ( A pause. 我们现在是一家人吗？ But, only a sickness ago, and his trust betrayed, brother when intimacy suited purpose. ) Blood spills. We were born sheaths for wounding.

[consignation]

[ That, too, provides relief though Jiang Cheng feels doubt for the accuracy of the statement. He doesn't think Wangji cares enough about him to lie, he just doesn't trust Lan Wangji's ability of self-assessment when it comes to personal injury. He similarly doesn't trust Wei Wuxian. ]

Be careful. I wouldn't be able to face Zewu-jun if something happened to you in his absence on my watch.

[downswing]

( 'You misplace me. The man who is your brother in your care, you left to perish off a cliff.' But, civility. )

Death cannot find me. I have a son. ( Between gritted teeth: ) Jiang Wanyin, a nephew.

[consignation]

You would speak of my nephew in the same breath as a claim that death cannot find those with sons?

[downswing]

( The most biting: )

I give you a gift undeserved.