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// Wei Wuxian

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[His eyes shoot to hers and he freezes, his shoulder stiffening as he meets her gaze. He holds it for a moment and then looks away, his expression gone distant.]

If my regret is undone, the battle that took my sister's life will never happen.

[construing]

〈 a prickle of unease spreads across her skin. she cannot rightly tell if it originates with her…or with venom. 〉

You made a deal about the battle?

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Gwen. [The word is quiet and there's a warning undercurrent to it. It isn't a tone he's ever taken with her before.]

The specifics don't matter. It will accomplish what I need it to.

[construing]

〈 her eyes search his face. whatever she finds, her mouth presses into a line.

her voice is no louder than his when she says, 〉 You fucking idiot.

〈 the portrait, she leaves on the bed. her phone she takes in hand. her heart is pounding and she wants to hit something. she leaves before that something becomes wei wuxian. 〉

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[It's several minutes before he leaves the room, and when he does, he does not follow.]