The touch brings him back to himself, an anchor point outside the black cloud. He lowers his head; breathes in, out; tries to loosen his clenched fingers. They give way with agonizing slowness -- but finally, his palms are flat on the table, wrists still held lightly in Lan Zhan's grasp.
"They abandoned her to be destroyed by a vengeful spirit." Low, and still furious.
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Date: 2020-09-15 12:23 am (UTC)"They abandoned her to be destroyed by a vengeful spirit." Low, and still furious.