[the sound of the qin is jarring, drawing xichen out of the trance that playing the tune had put him in.
the note dissipates the unease that had been growing within him, settles him back into a state he's familiar with instead of feeling dread grow within his chest.
he opens his eyes, frowns when he sees his older self sitting before him. he takes the sight of him in, hears the trembling as he speaks.] What is it? [the music clearly means something, terrible as it is.]
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the note dissipates the unease that had been growing within him, settles him back into a state he's familiar with instead of feeling dread grow within his chest.
he opens his eyes, frowns when he sees his older self sitting before him. he takes the sight of him in, hears the trembling as he speaks.] What is it? [the music clearly means something, terrible as it is.]