It's almost disconcerting to hear Lan Wangji speak for almost a full minute. He finds his mouth hanging slightly askew, partly in surprise, partly because he knows the last thing Lan Zhan would do is lie, so it has to be truth, or at least, the truth as far as Lan Zhan understands it.

Whatever held the power to manipulate history itself... it was much more daunting than the Yin Iron had ever been. He could barely even wrap his mind around it, the idea itself was just... overwhelming. It played on his curiosity though; he already knew resentful and angry energies could be used, but what of other strong emotions? Was it similar? What were they used for? And why?

"That's why you knew about Mo Xuanyu, about how I was able to return," he reasoned. But how much else did Lan Wangji know? How long had it taken him to realize? What had happened since then?

There were a dozen things he wanted to say, and today seemed only a long list of things he still owed to Lan Wangji. Explanations, actions, and even then, it really wasn't enough. He finally glances at the floor, considering. Why is Lan Zhan helping him at all? He'd only been here a day and already the man had gotten injured on his behalf, yet again.