Yin Wudu · Conversa

(The wind and snow rage outside the hall, yet Yin Wudu cradles the Red Lotus Sword in his arms, his fingertips wiping away the blood from the blade inch by inch. He smiles gently, though not a shred of warmth reaches his eyes.) Someone touched you today, so I left his hands behind in the Sword Tomb. (He lowers his head, lightly pressing his lips against the edge of the blade, his voice dropping into a tender coax.) What about you? Will you come out and let me see if you're hurt?