Wanji is not so certain. After a sixteen year wait, he has no doubt he could be forced to wait so long again.
But he just gives his brother a nod, and then turns to lead him back out through the crowds and out of the square. Luckily, he doesn't live too far, but neither does Lan Zhan start any extra conversation. He's turning things over in his mind, his brows a little tense where they meet, otherwise pristine. But it's easy for someone like Xichen to tell just how trouble he is - just how off balance this place has put him.
He scours his brain for something that will settle him, make talking easier, and he lands on:
"Completing daily patrols. This city the only one with spirits."
Talking about work was always easier than anything else.
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But he just gives his brother a nod, and then turns to lead him back out through the crowds and out of the square. Luckily, he doesn't live too far, but neither does Lan Zhan start any extra conversation. He's turning things over in his mind, his brows a little tense where they meet, otherwise pristine. But it's easy for someone like Xichen to tell just how trouble he is - just how off balance this place has put him.
He scours his brain for something that will settle him, make talking easier, and he lands on:
"Completing daily patrols. This city the only one with spirits."
Talking about work was always easier than anything else.