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[reparo]

Hermione Granger
missives | encounters

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[downswing]

( It is — of health. The body, the soul. The heart, fissured and divided, cracked parts brittle in Lan Wangji's hands. Sand, debris. Ashes.

He clings to the corpse, draws her close. No, closer. So small now, she could fit in his person, he could her, a shield. Consume her. )

Dead. She is dead. ( Is this not obvious? Plain? He need not meet her gaze. ) I beg, excuse me.

( A man must retreat. )