Disciple Shoushou. That isn't his name at all and yet Xingchen is more than happy to go along with it. Asgeirr seems lost in his own time, distracted by whatever held his attention when he was alive.
The way Wei Wuxian spoke of him implies that Asgeirr knows he's dead, but Xingchen wonders if that knowledge was gleaned easily or with some tension. He doesn't want to cause this spirit undue strife and right now he really doesn't seem to be upset or violent. Maybe he really is content to just...exist in this form.
But Xingchen has summoned him and it would be rude to have done such a thing for nothing, so he lowers himself to the ground and sits attentively, not worrying about whether or not he'll dirty his robes. He ponders for a moment, then speaks. "This unworthy one wonders what your thoughts are on the afterlife, assuming there is one." Okay, maybe that comes out more blunt than he wanted, but Xingchen has never promised to be good at sugar-coating.
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The way Wei Wuxian spoke of him implies that Asgeirr knows he's dead, but Xingchen wonders if that knowledge was gleaned easily or with some tension. He doesn't want to cause this spirit undue strife and right now he really doesn't seem to be upset or violent. Maybe he really is content to just...exist in this form.
But Xingchen has summoned him and it would be rude to have done such a thing for nothing, so he lowers himself to the ground and sits attentively, not worrying about whether or not he'll dirty his robes. He ponders for a moment, then speaks. "This unworthy one wonders what your thoughts are on the afterlife, assuming there is one." Okay, maybe that comes out more blunt than he wanted, but Xingchen has never promised to be good at sugar-coating.