"Hush, darling," Anzu says, softly. He holds Shen Qingqiu close, and strokes his hair. "Such wights, feh, they contrive to show truth only to mislead. It matters not. If thou stood'st a chance of gleaning what it knew, it would have stooped not to showing thee."
But there's a note of tension in his voice, of worry — he thinks he might know what Shen Qingqiu is talking about. Or at least, he knows the shape of it. The shape of its stories, and the stories told about it.
"But, ah. We really ought to talk, darling, about how to parlay with such entities, nu? For the future. Now that it's spoken to thee, it may be back to taunt thee further."
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"Hush, darling," Anzu says, softly. He holds Shen Qingqiu close, and strokes his hair. "Such wights, feh, they contrive to show truth only to mislead. It matters not. If thou stood'st a chance of gleaning what it knew, it would have stooped not to showing thee."
But there's a note of tension in his voice, of worry — he thinks he might know what Shen Qingqiu is talking about. Or at least, he knows the shape of it. The shape of its stories, and the stories told about it.
"But, ah. We really ought to talk, darling, about how to parlay with such entities, nu? For the future. Now that it's spoken to thee, it may be back to taunt thee further."