He expects it to be Gusu Lan, when he reaches across all that lays between him and this son from a world that needn't be his own. Sizhui is Sizhui, whatever his iteration, and the stationary anchor might feel a twitch of heartbreak, a familiar face if they've seen Sizhui's before, without necessarily knowing it to be for Wen Sizhui, for a Lan Sizhui on a world no one but Wei Wuxian has seen.
No matter. He's an easy anchor, so self-contained there's little he shares that isn't deliberate, and being connected with him is akin to being connected a general feeling of focussed motivation. With a mental voice that will travel back both directions, welcome to the lockdown compartmentalisation that is Wei Wuxian's life.
Still.
"Sizhui." He steps out from the light and chaos of what is the void, what he's heard talked of from Diagad when people anchored, when he was instead serenading Chaos, that time. "Bet you've figured out half of what's gone wrong already, ah?"
for sizhui
No matter. He's an easy anchor, so self-contained there's little he shares that isn't deliberate, and being connected with him is akin to being connected a general feeling of focussed motivation. With a mental voice that will travel back both directions, welcome to the lockdown compartmentalisation that is Wei Wuxian's life.
Still.
"Sizhui." He steps out from the light and chaos of what is the void, what he's heard talked of from Diagad when people anchored, when he was instead serenading Chaos, that time. "Bet you've figured out half of what's gone wrong already, ah?"