Ah, he hopes he hasn't stepped on a potential landmine. Did this Lan Zhan and Zewu Jun not talk often? He supposed he wasn't sure how much the Lan Zhan from his world talked to his brother either.
"Oh... he was injured, when we were out in the woods," he leaves the details vague, since it doesn't seem his place to say, "he's fine now, but ah... they had to do some work on his arm, to make sure it was healed properly. We found out when they planned to take him to have it fixed, and I snuck along."
He keeps his voice pitched low, leaning in as he sips at his milk tea, held carefully in both hands.
"Those teas they make, not just the ones with our abilities, but the ones that make us feel strong emotions? They're taken from us too. I saw the room where they keep them, it was the same place they took your brother. I don't know how they harvest them, but..." he trails off with a faint shrug.
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"Oh... he was injured, when we were out in the woods," he leaves the details vague, since it doesn't seem his place to say, "he's fine now, but ah... they had to do some work on his arm, to make sure it was healed properly. We found out when they planned to take him to have it fixed, and I snuck along."
He keeps his voice pitched low, leaning in as he sips at his milk tea, held carefully in both hands.
"Those teas they make, not just the ones with our abilities, but the ones that make us feel strong emotions? They're taken from us too. I saw the room where they keep them, it was the same place they took your brother. I don't know how they harvest them, but..." he trails off with a faint shrug.