[a small part of nehan wants to say liyue, his old home. but what would he do there? there's nothing for a man like himself to do. for as how prosperous foreigners can be there... liyue's market is incredibly difficult to break into, and nehan anticipates it to be more so now that rex lapis is gone.
nehan sighs, and shoves his rice and garlic into the boiling pot and begins to stir with a spare ladle.]
You're taking it to Snezhnaya. I will not be anywhere when it happens. If I could leave Teyvat, I would. [but only death or ascension to celestia will do it. but the latter is never going to happen-- which only leaves the former.]
Because you cant keep them from retaliating against me-- it's already likely that information about my survival is headed back to the Tsaritsa.
[an implication that he's supposed to be dead by now.]
[Something in Diluc softens and the rigid mindset bends. His voice is a little softer,]
You’re right. I can’t. But when I’m away, Sir Alberich is who you could go to. He seems lazy but that’s all an act. Something I assume is on his roster file.
[To say Kaeya is lazy and write him off is to fall right into his trap. But another option presents itself. He stares into the middle distance. Nehan hasn’t proven himself enough for him to offer that to him.
So he doesn’t bring it up. Instead he sets about cleaning up after both of them.]
That's assuming he wont go with you when you take the Land of Snow. [the erune shakes his head.] Or the rest of those with Visions in Mondstadt.
No, I will go into hiding. Deep into hiding, where nobody can find me. [he would have preferred to be healed by now, but needs must-- and if he needs to traverse liyue's mountains in this condition, he will.]
[His expression goes carefully blank. He personally doesn't see any of them moving to fight with him nor does he plan to tell them when the time comes.
He nods once,] Very well, for your services to Mondstadt and its people I can offer supplies that won't be traced back to us or leave any sort of paper trail.
[There's a pause before he adds,] For the meanwhile, what is your preference in drinks? I will make whatever you like.
I have no allergies. [after a few final stirs, nehan turns the fire off, and removes the pot from the stove, allowing his congee to thicken more just by its residual heat, until it reaches a consistency he's pleased with.
then he scrounges for two bowls to serve the congee in.]
My loss of sense stems from the same incident that made my body this way. Perhaps I'll tell you about it later.
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nehan sighs, and shoves his rice and garlic into the boiling pot and begins to stir with a spare ladle.]
You're taking it to Snezhnaya. I will not be anywhere when it happens. If I could leave Teyvat, I would. [but only death or ascension to celestia will do it. but the latter is never going to happen-- which only leaves the former.]
Because you cant keep them from retaliating against me-- it's already likely that information about my survival is headed back to the Tsaritsa.
[an implication that he's supposed to be dead by now.]
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You’re right. I can’t. But when I’m away, Sir Alberich is who you could go to. He seems lazy but that’s all an act. Something I assume is on his roster file.
[To say Kaeya is lazy and write him off is to fall right into his trap. But another option presents itself. He stares into the middle distance. Nehan hasn’t proven himself enough for him to offer that to him.
So he doesn’t bring it up. Instead he sets about cleaning up after both of them.]
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No, I will go into hiding. Deep into hiding, where nobody can find me. [he would have preferred to be healed by now, but needs must-- and if he needs to traverse liyue's mountains in this condition, he will.]
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He nods once,] Very well, for your services to Mondstadt and its people I can offer supplies that won't be traced back to us or leave any sort of paper trail.
[There's a pause before he adds,] For the meanwhile, what is your preference in drinks? I will make whatever you like.
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You don't have to make anything to my taste. My taste buds are dead.
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Is there anything else you wish to bring up or voice?
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then he scrounges for two bowls to serve the congee in.]
My loss of sense stems from the same incident that made my body this way. Perhaps I'll tell you about it later.