He opens his mouth to answer, but finds the question too difficult for a flippant response. His own memory wasn't great, but even he knew it'd been over a decade since they'd seen each other face to face. But he also doesn't want to be the one to bring up, you know, since I died? Been a while, right?
But maybe their worlds were different enough that some things had never happened. Maybe in their world, things had resolved just fine. Maybe he and Lan Zhan were closer friends than ever.
"I guess things are pretty different for you, huh?" he fidgets with a strand of his hair as he considers.
"Where I'm from, we haven't seen each other for... a long time," he frowns for a moment. Sixteen years if he'd been able to piece things together correctly.
"Is that right? I suppose I haven't seen you lift anything heavier than a guqin," he mused, trying to think of the best way to explain what he last remembered, between his own faulty memory and knowing their worlds might be different.
"The name I gave before, Mo Xuanyu, and the mask, they're... kind of a disguise?" why did it sound so ridiculous when he said it like that. Still, it'd kept him safe from discovery, at least until he'd ended up here. No need to mention the being dead and then revived part.
"There was a... disturbance at the Mo family manor and, well-" maybe he shouldn't mention being at least partly to blame for the deaths of a few family members. Or, at the very least, manipulating their corpses.
"I got to see some of your juniors in action though! I left once you seemed to have things taken care of, and I was just on my way to Dafan mountain. I'm not sure how helpful that is though, if things are so different where you're from."
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But maybe their worlds were different enough that some things had never happened. Maybe in their world, things had resolved just fine. Maybe he and Lan Zhan were closer friends than ever.
"I guess things are pretty different for you, huh?" he fidgets with a strand of his hair as he considers.
"Where I'm from, we haven't seen each other for... a long time," he frowns for a moment. Sixteen years if he'd been able to piece things together correctly.
"Is that right? I suppose I haven't seen you lift anything heavier than a guqin," he mused, trying to think of the best way to explain what he last remembered, between his own faulty memory and knowing their worlds might be different.
"The name I gave before, Mo Xuanyu, and the mask, they're... kind of a disguise?" why did it sound so ridiculous when he said it like that. Still, it'd kept him safe from discovery, at least until he'd ended up here. No need to mention the being dead and then revived part.
"There was a... disturbance at the Mo family manor and, well-" maybe he shouldn't mention being at least partly to blame for the deaths of a few family members. Or, at the very least, manipulating their corpses.
"I got to see some of your juniors in action though! I left once you seemed to have things taken care of, and I was just on my way to Dafan mountain. I'm not sure how helpful that is though, if things are so different where you're from."