Lan Wangji darts one quick, troubled glance at Magnus. He hopes that asking Shen Yuan this next question will help, though, and so he plays it, exceedingly careful: What would you say to Magnus?
Again, he listens, quietly attentive. It makes something catch in his chest again. He has been alternately disappointed with, angry at, and pettily irritated by Shen Yuan. But spirits cannot lie when he questions them this way. Shen Yuan loves Magnus, unmistakably.
"Shen Yuan wants to thank you for everything you have done. He misses you. He urges you to speak honestly with Galahad. Finally, he is sorry. His killer warned him that she would try to kill you, then took the memory of the conversation." He has to take another breath here. There is nothing Shen Yuan could have done without that memory. He can imagine the fruitless anger he would feel in that position. "He wishes he could have done something to stop it regardless."
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Again, he listens, quietly attentive. It makes something catch in his chest again. He has been alternately disappointed with, angry at, and pettily irritated by Shen Yuan. But spirits cannot lie when he questions them this way. Shen Yuan loves Magnus, unmistakably.
"Shen Yuan wants to thank you for everything you have done. He misses you. He urges you to speak honestly with Galahad. Finally, he is sorry. His killer warned him that she would try to kill you, then took the memory of the conversation." He has to take another breath here. There is nothing Shen Yuan could have done without that memory. He can imagine the fruitless anger he would feel in that position. "He wishes he could have done something to stop it regardless."