[ He nods, pressing into his cut palm with the thumb of his other hand, prompting more blood to pool there. He hesitates slightly, before placing his hand directly atop the rotted flesh and spreading the blood as evenly as he can across every inch.
It's not that he's afraid of rotting flesh. He's well acquainted with the signs and scents of death by now, even if he himself has always stayed relatively well preserved. Death has been a regular part of his life for a long time now; his own death, the death of his loved ones, the deaths of those the Jin sect ordered him to kill. He and death are old friends. But that said, anything he can do to keep death from claiming Wei Wuxian again, he will. ]
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It's not that he's afraid of rotting flesh. He's well acquainted with the signs and scents of death by now, even if he himself has always stayed relatively well preserved. Death has been a regular part of his life for a long time now; his own death, the death of his loved ones, the deaths of those the Jin sect ordered him to kill. He and death are old friends. But that said, anything he can do to keep death from claiming Wei Wuxian again, he will. ]