Harrow had mentioned, hadn't she, that Moiraine once saw her unconscious. And she held that up as a matter of trust: that when she was at her most vulnerable, Moiraine did not harm her further.
He's fairly certain he caught his tongue in his back teeth by accident. Maybe. He thinks he tastes blood, somewhere, over the roaring fury in his mind. Wei Wuxian tries to narrow his focus down to that sliver of copper, taking in a long breath through his nose; exhaling, just as slowly.
(He wants Lan Zhan here, he thinks, with a wretchedness he doesn't expect. He needs him here. Why didn't he listen and refuse to speak to Moiraine right away?)
This time, when he turns to go, he moves straight for the back door, slamming it open with a furious clatter as he stalks outside. Before he's even reached the lake, black smoke begins to lap at his heels.
Maybe, once he's made short work of something deep in the forest, he will feel better.
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Harrow had mentioned, hadn't she, that Moiraine once saw her unconscious. And she held that up as a matter of trust: that when she was at her most vulnerable, Moiraine did not harm her further.
He's fairly certain he caught his tongue in his back teeth by accident. Maybe. He thinks he tastes blood, somewhere, over the roaring fury in his mind. Wei Wuxian tries to narrow his focus down to that sliver of copper, taking in a long breath through his nose; exhaling, just as slowly.
(He wants Lan Zhan here, he thinks, with a wretchedness he doesn't expect. He needs him here. Why didn't he listen and refuse to speak to Moiraine right away?)
This time, when he turns to go, he moves straight for the back door, slamming it open with a furious clatter as he stalks outside. Before he's even reached the lake, black smoke begins to lap at his heels.
Maybe, once he's made short work of something deep in the forest, he will feel better.