[there's no response, but for the slow rasp of Lan Wangji's breathing through his gritted teeth.
when Wei Wuxian touches him there's a strange shimmer in the air, though, and an accompanying drawn-out hum, like those last coherent notes of Empathy are trying to take a physical form]
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when Wei Wuxian touches him there's a strange shimmer in the air, though, and an accompanying drawn-out hum, like those last coherent notes of Empathy are trying to take a physical form]