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['To who, Lan Zhan?' He wants to ask. 'To You?' He holds his tongue knowing that there isn't a single answer to that question that wouldn't destroy him. Instead he closes his eyes and breathes in, a long shuddered inhale.

He doesn't think he's important. He was a little bit once, if only for who he stood with. Then he was very important during the war because of what he brought to the table. Now though, how can he be important? He is not good. He is not strong or wise. He is not able. He has nothing to offer. He is not important to Jiang Cheng or Jiang Yanli. They'll hate him now. He is not important to the Wen Remnant because he'd failed them. He might be important to a-Yuan, but a-Yuan is young enough he'll forget about him soon enough and that's for the better. He will find someone else who'll take care of him and feed him and buy him all the toys he wants.

Wei Wuxian is a man who has outlived his use.

('Am I important to you, Lan Zhan? Is that what you mean?')

Lan Wangji deserved a better zhiji.

He only shakes his head, too tired to do anything more. Too tired to think on these things anymore.]

Lan Zhan, I'm going to go to sleep now. I'm very tired. My head is so...so loud. So busy. Will you...can I ask you for a favor?

[quietroom]

Yes.

[ 'Anything,', he doesn't add because that would be too much, too quickly, and there are lines Lan Wangji won't cross. Don't ask him to let go again, Wei Wuxian. ] Rest?

[ The song, he means. To lull Wei Wuxian into a peaceful slumber. ]

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['Will you stay until I sleep?'

His eyes remain closed but his lips curve up into the faintest of smiles.]

Mmm. You read my mind. [It serves the same purpose anyway, and it's a better question. Less selfish, he thinks. Or less obvious about his selfishness.] If it isn't too much trouble.

[quietroom]

It is not. [ He rises from his kneeling position to give Wei Wuxian a little more space, and room to summon his guqin. ] I will play until you fall asleep.

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[Spiritual songs have no power over him anymore, not now that he is no longer a spiritual conduit. But no sooner has Wei Wuxian crawled back into his cot and Lan Wangji begun to play, than his eyelids are heavy as stones and he feels himself sinking into blissed unconsciousness. He has time enough to mutter a thank you under his breath before sleep welcomes him into its arms.]

[quietroom]

[ Even over the sound of the win, it's easy to tell when Wei Wuxian's breathing settles, indicating that he's fallen asleep. It would be easy to leave, then.

Instead, he continues playing, until the sun starts cresting over the horizon, hinting that it is time to start his day. ]