His voice comes out harsh, as a brutal snap, as his hands shake and his voice gets more and more hoarse. He cannot register the fear in Lan Xichen's voice, the way he speaks or how he reaches for him, so lost in his own grief and the threat of his own death. Instead the only thing he can do is try to steal himself away, lifting a hand to touch his throat, breathing shakily.
It's never going to be okay, nor will it be enough, but he has to live with that until he no longer can.
"Please, just let me take a moment, I - this will pass. And promise."
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His voice comes out harsh, as a brutal snap, as his hands shake and his voice gets more and more hoarse. He cannot register the fear in Lan Xichen's voice, the way he speaks or how he reaches for him, so lost in his own grief and the threat of his own death. Instead the only thing he can do is try to steal himself away, lifting a hand to touch his throat, breathing shakily.
It's never going to be okay, nor will it be enough, but he has to live with that until he no longer can.
"Please, just let me take a moment, I - this will pass. And promise."