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[he's even typing so he doesn't disturb jy if he's getting rest!]

I've been asked to check on you.

[Uncharacteristically for Blade's knowledge of him, Jing Yuan is awake to respond immediately.]

unnecessary

humor me

not if youre reporting to those two

i m not

[fuck it, calling.]

[He answers, but only right before it goes to voicemail.

His voice is soft, hoarse, and sliiightly slurred.]

You said someone asked you to check on me.

Imbibutor Lunae. He's worried. But I made no promises of reporting back.

I will not tell the Emanator anything.

[There's silence for a few moments, broken only by the faint sound of Jing Yuan's boots on stairs and the creaking of a door. Then, finally, in a voice full of tearful laughter, he confesses.]

I am trampled to mush and I want nothing more than to die before I begin to rot.

[a bitter sound, nonverbal, but soft in its own way.]

You'll have to get in line.

I am not yet immune to death.

[He could manage it! But he isn't quite to the point of trying.]

...Still. I can't help but think this is all karma.

No. This is not the price of your wrongdoings.

[firm.]

He doesn't have the right.

He is still Dan Feng.

No Dan Feng would have the right. Not like this.

[There is another pause, this time with no footsteps at all. Just shaky, wet breathing, as Jing Yuan inches closer to falling apart.]

...Don't lie to me.

Do you think I would?

Everyone lies.

Yes.

Do you think I would lie about this?

I think you would lie to both of us about it.

I think that's a lot of unnecessary effort when I can condemn his transgressions perfectly well without lying.

Mmph.

[He wants to argue, but that is a point. And it was funny, so he barely manages to stifle his laugh.]

Maybe so.

[that feels like a tiny victory, but that in and of itself is exhausting.]

...I don't have a script to follow, here. I'm not that complicated, without one.

["if that helps" goes unsaid, but it's not subtle.]

A script...?

[Guess who's too far back in the timeline to know what you're talking about?]

[wait that's very central to his Everything these days. pauses to try and work out where to begin.]

...To follow, for the future.

So you... rehearse your conversations in advance...? Based on divination?

Not... so specific. Missions. Scripts have times, coordinates, targets. I'm not usually tasked with conversation, but I can be part of a lie.

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