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[he savors the flavor of the liquor, quiet for the handful of seconds it takes for the aftertaste to fully settle on his tongue. it's only then that he addresses his companions at the table, resting his chin on a loose fist as he looks between the two.]

I arrived to what seems like a story already halfway in progress. Tell me, is there anyone I should be minding while we're here? Is there anyone I should know and meet?

[wei wuxian pours himself another cup, and takes slow sips of it as he mulls over his words.]

Si Zi tells me there's another version of me, here. What is he like?

[ Sizhui knows when to be silent when his seniors are speaking.

Even if his seniors are nowhere near as more senior than him as they're supposed to. And even if he's not sure if Sect Leader Nie knows all the people that might need warning about, considering that he is probably from an earlier time than the rest of them.

There are really times to listen. ]

There are far too many moonblessed from other worlds but of the people I have met — most have been perfectly pleasant. [ huaisang sets down his glass and instead fiddles with his fan, fingers pressed along the edges as he considers his words.

but then, if he were in wei wuxian's position he would probably want to know enough information to be safe. to make judgement calls. in truth, wei wuxian's current state is a disadvantage to him, no matter his quick wits and remarkable intelligence. ]

If we are speaking strictly of people from our world then, according to Zewu-jun, you should be careful of Jin Guangyao. Though... [ he flicks his fan open to shield his face ] You probably know him still as Meng Yao.

Wei-xiong is Wei-xiong no matter what but the future held many hardships for you. Your older self is... powerful, smart and still much like his younger self. Quick and eager to help others, and a strong sense of justice.

[ nailed it. hopefully. ]

Meng Yao? Didn't your brother send him away?

[wei wuxian speaks thoughtlessly, his words rushing out of his mouth before he has a chance to reel them back and judge their value. he remembers meng yao as the man who had stood between nie mingjue and a blade aimed for the sect leader's heart. he had bled on the stone ground, nie mingjue's roar echoing through the grounds.

he remembers the confusion, the dawning horror of realizing xue yang had escaped in the chaos, the uncomfortable confrontation after meng yao was dismissed, nie huaisang's dismayed exclamations loud in the stunned silence.

meng yao was favored, in ways that most people of his standing were uncommonly favored. wei wuxian had chosen not to listen in on the matter, for once, it being an internal matter that he understood had no place for outsiders like him.]

Ah, and Zewu-Jun is here too? Who else from the Lan Sect are here? From the Jiang?

[ Sizhui nods immediately. Liangfang-zun is definitely someone to be very, very cautious about. ]

Zewu-Jun and Hanguang-Jun, and Lan Jingyi and myself, from the GusuLan sect, as far as I know. From the YunmengJiang, Sect Leader Jiang.

[ And Sizhui knows that there is someone new here who calls him her Sect Leader here, but that might actually be considered gossip. But on the subject of warning... ]

Young Master Wei, there is someone here also who ... has worked with Lianfang-zun... with Meng Yao before. His name is Xue Yang, though he sometimes pretends to be somebody else, and... you should be careful with him, too.

[ nie huaisang is an individual of theatricality; he obfuscades the truth with a flick of his fan and a well timed complaint about nothing. but even as he holds his fan closely, just enough that the line of his mouth is visible over the edge, there is none of that childish boy wei wuxian met at cloud recesses.

there is someone much older sat across the table, because huaisang - for all his playfulness - had to grow up. but then that is gone as well, leaving the headshaker sitting once again. he knows of xue yang, of course, but that he worked with jin guangyao? that is new to him.

he should ask lan sizhui for details but — ]

Meng Yao or rather, Jin Guangyao ... murdered my brother, Wei Wuxian. Why else would someone with such a weak core as myself be sect leader otherwise?

[wei wuxian's mind is spinning. meng yao? the mild-mannered young man that nie huaisang showed up with at the gusu lan lectures, the well-mannered young man that helped welcome them at the unclean realm? wei wuxian's confusion and surprise must be clear on his face - he can't imagine it.

and yet neither of his current company seem to be lying. he doesn't know lan sizhui very well, but he's sure of nie huaisang's sincerity - his friend wouldn't lie, especially not about family.

he pours yet another cup of liquor and downs it quickly, letting the alcohol burn on its way down.]

What a bleak future we have ahead of us... [he says, eyes going distant for a moment as he peers into his cup.]

Is there any good news?

Well...

If I am not wrong about how things wore when you are from, then a big threat that was over the Cultivation world at your time was removed, so people are safe from the QishanWen Sect.

[ He may have complicated feelings about some of that, but he is also fully aware that the clan of his origin was a danger, beyond anything that he has known in the lifetime he remembers. ]

And, as far as I know, those who did major crimes, [ he nods at Sect Leader Nie, because the one he mentioned includes that, ] have met their punishment.

Those are... good news, are they not?

[ Perhaps he should have deferred again to Sect Leader Nie to answer, but for the first thing... he thought that he had some right to tell about that, too. ]

I guess the fact the sunshot campaign was won by our sects is good news. [ he looks at lan sizhui, a small smile crossing his features. ] But you know how the politics are between the big sects, Wei-xiong. There is always some disagreement somewhere and I truly don't know.

But I am not from as far in the future as young master Lan here, so there are many things I don't know. Still, it seems like everything worked out if Jin Guangyao's crimes came to light and such.

[ he turns to his drink then, uncertain of what more to say. he's never asked the current wei wuxian from here for details of his return but it feels cruel to tell this particularly young wei wuxian the cruel death that awaits him. ]

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