WAY WOOSHIN

[conchy]

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cw gore ment when does it end

[conchy]

Heh-ahaha!

[Please, don't mind the laughter— he's simply amused that Wei Wuxian honed in on the correct conclusion as quickly as he did. There's no shame in admitting it— not with Lobelia.]

Naturellement! I keep a record of every life I snuff out within the conques I carry. Every scream, every cry, every splintering bone! Magnifique, wouldn't you agree?

hopefully now

[diabolizes]

[ He... wouldn't disagree? So, like... let him just not answer that question!! ]

Do you listen to those sounds back often?

[conchy]

What do you suppose?

[That's a silly question, his tone seems to suggest before letting loose a wistful sigh.]

Ah, but I was sadly robbed of my beloved archive when I woke up in this place. I can no longer listen to my late Papa and Maman as I so loved to do. La tragédie!

[diabolizes]

[ Wei Wuxian doesn't look sad for him at all. ]

So you killed them too?

[conchy]

Ahaha! You arrived at that conclusion rather quickly! What tipped you off?

[diabolizes]

It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. You listen to the sounds of death that you create, and you miss hearing them.

[conchy]

Correct! What an excellent, snappy deduction!

[A round of applause for Wei Wuxian!]

I'm homesick, you might say. I yearn for the cries of Maman and Papa, but alas, I must go without.

[diabolizes]

[ ...Was there something that triggered the killing of his own parents? Wei Wuxian can't help but wonder, but he decides that he doesn't want to find out right now. ]

Well, we all have to leave the nest one day. Consider this your first foray into the real world.

[conchy]

The real world? How ominous!

[And intriguing, he supposes, but he'll see what future conversations with Wei Wuxian hold.]

Until then, friend.

[diabolizes]

[ He waves Lobelia off. See you on the floor later, roomie. ]