Look, he would love to join Lan Zhan in being dissatisfied with this explanation of his experience with death, but also, he just kind of isn't. Isn't he doing them both a favor? So why the face, minuscule as it was?
But trust Lan Zhan's gift for understatement to save the day, and also motivate him to actually engage with current circumstances in a more deliberate way. Lan Zhan isn't someone to make idle, redundant comments; he will appreciate this as... something, not quite an olive branch, but an acknowledgement, a shared determination. And, of course, another invitation, this time real, which he will accept without hesitation. Even if the attention still feels nerve-wrackingly heavy, makes him want to let his posture lapse into something even more appalling, in the absence of any non-ceiling related distractions.
"That's one way of putting it." He starts ticking off experiences on his fingers like they're things he's bought at a particularly vivacious market, but quickly flubs his own records. "I've met a demon--two demons? A sand cultivator, at least. Maybe no demons. And a guy grew grape vines on me, but was pretty nice about it. Not even the craziest one so far. And that was me trying to stay out of trouble!" The three counting fingers become a sincere tripartite swear, with barely a break for breathing.
Lucky Lan Zhan probably hasn't done any of that, the crowd at the cliffs alone must have been a lot for him. At least he gets this cave as a consolation! Though it does come with Wei Wuxian. That's truly a metaphor for life. "I don't know about learning new abilities, but I guess there's something to it. We'll see. I'm sure you'll be very good at it. Probably the best."
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But trust Lan Zhan's gift for understatement to save the day, and also motivate him to actually engage with current circumstances in a more deliberate way. Lan Zhan isn't someone to make idle, redundant comments; he will appreciate this as... something, not quite an olive branch, but an acknowledgement, a shared determination. And, of course, another invitation, this time real, which he will accept without hesitation. Even if the attention still feels nerve-wrackingly heavy, makes him want to let his posture lapse into something even more appalling, in the absence of any non-ceiling related distractions.
"That's one way of putting it." He starts ticking off experiences on his fingers like they're things he's bought at a particularly vivacious market, but quickly flubs his own records. "I've met a demon--two demons? A sand cultivator, at least. Maybe no demons. And a guy grew grape vines on me, but was pretty nice about it. Not even the craziest one so far. And that was me trying to stay out of trouble!" The three counting fingers become a sincere tripartite swear, with barely a break for breathing.
Lucky Lan Zhan probably hasn't done any of that, the crowd at the cliffs alone must have been a lot for him. At least he gets this cave as a consolation! Though it does come with Wei Wuxian. That's truly a metaphor for life. "I don't know about learning new abilities, but I guess there's something to it. We'll see. I'm sure you'll be very good at it. Probably the best."