#zhilan leaving

[thelolarahaii]

oh they want me dead

[amoirsetpacis]

★ --;; Slate green doesn't so much as slink through others but walks straight through them; shoulders slam into one another, leaving his own marks on those he passes with little care for what comes of those smeared by his presence. The grey that had painted itself across the city and its inhabitants are seen only as an empty canvas to leave his mark on; anyone that had beaten him to the punch with their own hues didn't matter.

In contrast, an equally lanky, muddy hued counterpart slips through the same people like water, taking the time to weave in and out of them-- though that doesn't stop the mean looks they throw at him, eyes glaring at the look-a-like as though it could have possibly been him that had just run into them without a care.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sure he didn't mean to--"

It's not as though the words matter very much; they fall on mostly deaf ears, their judgement already cast, and the mounting anxiety that sits hot at the back of his neck continues to grow as Vash tries to catch up with yet another someone with his face, one much less scared to carve a clean-cut line through anyone standing in his way.

Despite his nerves, though, Vash never forgets a face-- even if it has been quite some time since he's seen it.

"Zhilan? Ah, I'm sorry, that guy, he--"

"Are you alright?"

@archaictold

[archaictold]

PERMANENT PLOTTER.

what's this? a permanent plotter repost? in my isola radiale, at 5am? it's more likely than you think... it has been a HOT minute since i've done anything like this. seeing as zhilan has long settled into spirale, i think it's about time i cast my reel into the pond a second time and start strengthening long-term plots for him. i'll preface this by saying we do not need to have threaded before for you to express your interest! if you think your muse can vibe with any of these  ( or even if you have an idea i haven't covered here! ) , you're more than welcome to hop onto this plotter call. 'what does this do, exactly?' you might be asking. i'll tell you! by liking this, you can guarantee:

me hopping into your IMs to plot!

memes for meme day!

spontaneous starters! ( with your permission, of course! )

… and all things good for development! now! onto the real meat of this post!

RELATIONSHIPS. these are the bonds i want to see zhilan develop! some of these include——

FRIENDS. if you've been around zhilan for longer than 5 seconds, you've probably noticed that he is extremely friendly! zhilan has the personality of a sunbeam: it's bright, it's cheerful, it's warm and everything you would expect of a walking beacon of positivity. he's pretty talkative, even when faced with less talkative muses. he's also really trusting and believes the best in people, sometimes to his own detriment. he'd make a good friend to just about anyone, being a rather personable individual! he's got some good ones here, too. i'd like to have him strengthen those, while opening him to new ones! GEEK SQUAD. do you have a muse that's also super nerdy? you're in luck! they probably stand a chance of coming across zhilan in his natural element, that being his lab at the university or one of the libraries scattered about spirale. there is no greater joy to him than positing theories and discussing the nature of one's work. even if their fields differ, he'll want to hear all about it! ENEMIES. now, i feel like it's hard to get under zhilan's skin unless you're the absolute anarchy of humanity, BUT! i do think his optimism can rub people the wrong way, especially if they're more jaded. i'm not expressly looking for people to antagonize zhilan, but i do think it's impossible for him to get along with everyone. thus, i'm leaving this here! SPARRING PARTNERS. you wouldn't know it from zhilan's scrawny stature, but he does dabble a bit in martial arts! now that he's gotten his polearm back, he's actively looking to improve his combat skills… which are admittedly not that impressive, unless he's acting as a support. maybe your muse could act as a mentor, or even a fellow peer! THE MUSEUM. zhilan has a job position here! it's… kind of an odd choice, yes, but he doesn't exactly want to pursue an academic position at the university. so where better to put that treasure trove of knowledge to use than a museum! if you're visiting for any reason, you'll likely come across him among the gallery. just, er… not the abyssal gallery. he tends to keep out of there. THE UNIVERSITY. zhilan borrows one of the lab spaces here for work related things while he's in the middle of setting up his own establishment. zhilan doesn't have his own work office set up yet, but he does spend a lot of time in this one. he's gotten into the habit of helping history and anthropology majors with their research as they've started visiting him alongside clients. he's not a professor here, he swears. but he can't say no to those seeking knowledge! you'll find him here fairly often, when he's not at home or in... YESTERYEAR. zhilan frequents this branch rather often, being the sort to gravitate to old dilapidated ruins and forgotten history. if you know a thing or two about this branch, he'll be incredibly interested to hear about it! who knows! maybe the two of you can explore it together… CASTMATES. zhilan might be a fandom oc, but i'm really keen on the idea of him developing some established bonds with his canon counterparts.  ;v;  their shared canon background already gives them a good basis for interactions, so i'd like to nurture some connections for him with his genshin fellows! aaaand that’s about it! of course this doesn’t cover everything, so if you’ve got an idea and you don’t see it here you’re free to hop on this post and shoot it my way! thanks for reading!  :^)

[schleckermaul]

@nicawlette asked:

The sound of a soft knock to the door and uncharacteristic insecurity fill the halls of the manor; once full with vibrant signs of life, they've been rendered silent and cold for the past week. Nicolette, though not content to sit idly by, had reluctantly thought it best to give him the necessary space to grieve. After all, she had been the very same way, experiencing a loss just like this. She does not intend rush him through it, but neither can she bare the idea of losing him, too.

The time for isolating and wallowing is over, and she refuses to be locked out. Not after everything it took for their weary hands to exchange keys. It's just them in this house, now. Her heart cannot stand it any longer. This is another kind of pain they have in common— should they not be sharing it, as they have with everything else?

❝ Break... I've made tea. And something sweet. Open the door. ❞ Framed as a demand, the desperation in her tone makes it impossible to deny what it really is— a plea. ❝ Please, Break. I... I miss him, too. So I need you to let me in. ❞

break awards her respect for leaving him alone that first week. he knows he didn't do the same when she was in this situation, however different the circumstances. instead of hassling him, even if she could've handled his ire, he's free to remain in his bedroom, half of it missing, the only warmth in the blankets he's keeping himself buried in. with his head stuffed into a pillow, there comes her knock.

   it's funny. it's this loss that makes him remark just lonely he's been throughout the last, what, year? they're in a mansion made up of his memories of home, and it was a joy to share it with them, to wander through halls he didn't need sight for to recognize.

   with all that time on his hands, seven days, he thought about how reim would've barged into his bedroom by now. the duties he spent years familiarizing himself with would've called him away from bed. and lady sharon's voice, pleading, much like nicolette's.

   the two of them not similar in many ways, but in their insecurities, they are. in wanting to be at his side.

   it's unfair. to keep her out. she, his equal. she, who lost zhilan just as he did, with no warning and no time to prepare. and with a week to do nothing but thinking, break feels he's tired of it.

   with a grunt, he all but crawls out of bed, wrapping the blanket around himself like a cocoon as he tiptoes over to the door. there's mercy, he thinks, in having zhilan's things removed entirely in a mere second. that way he doesn't have to stumble over his slippers or loathe his cloak draped over a nearby chair. the room is cold, the curtains pulled in front of the windows, no scent of incense or ink or papers strewn about.

   rolling his shoulders back, break takes a moment with his fingers tracing the handle of the door.

i've made tea. and something sweet.

   is it so easy to lure him out?

   opening it, he doesn't give nicolette a second more, before he lets himself fall, sliding into her arms.

   he fits. his arms don't rise for a hug, but his head slots between her shoulder and neck, muffling the small noise he makes as they collide. he trusts her to catch and support him. not saying anything, remaining as they are, break doesn't count the minutes, doesn't hear what she has to say. maybe it's nothing.

   after what feels like eternity, he slips out of her arms and at her side instead, arms wrapping around one of hers.

   ' let's have that tea. '

[lesbianmaxevans]

I know it isn’t much to go on. It’s a start.

[Image Description: Five stacked gifs from Kung Fu.

Henry: All right. Let’s go. Zhilan starts to follow him, but then turns back to Nicky. Zhilan: But what about -- Nicky: Busy here. Got an evil corporation to take down. Plus, house arrest. Zhilan: Hmm. Zhilan starts to leave. Nicky: Zhilan. Zhilan pauses. Nicky: I’m glad you’re back. Zhilan nods. Zhilan: You too. Nicky smiles.]

[nobully]

@nicawlette:

Some days had passed since the accidental bed-share incident, and Wang Yi hadn't been having much luck forgetting it ever happened, because the only other person involved wouldn't stop calling him and sending text messages. He's checking through them now, frowning at some of the older ones:

[txt] you can't keep ignoring me forever. [txt] what the hell is your problem? [txt] just answer already asshole im not going to stop

Yeah, like hell he'd do that. He'd tried to be nice to Nicolette for Zhilan's sake by ghosting her in the hopes she'd forget, but this was verging into the level of a personal attack.

Stalker much?

' What the hell do you want... ' he mutters to himself as he keeps scrolling down to today's texts.

[txt] i have something to give you [txt] i don't want it here anymore. [txt] just take it and after that ill leave you alone like you want

And that's the reason he's dragged himself out of his usual social circles to wait at the table of a cozy coffee shop in Golden, sipping at his drink while looking around for the woman to show up.

She still manages to surprise him by coming from behind and sliding into the seat across from him, jolting Wang Yi into sitting up straight as he fumbles to put his phone away.

' Oh uh...hey. '

' ...Nicolette. '

The name rolls easily off his tongue, but its sound rings foreign in his ears.

[sxnburst]

Since Sun's challenge is still on going HERE'S THE TIMELINE THING

Sun wakes up and starts his day like any other day. He hasn't seen Wang Yi in a minute so he decides to hang out with him and see how he's doing. It's then that he's slapped with some weird moments. Why is Nezha there? @ringlorn/@nobully

He comes to actually, and eventually, he leaves Wang Yi after apologizing and makes his way elsewhere. He's relaxing someplace at a park when he meets up with Zhilan. In order to keep himself distracted from what strange event that befell him during his hangout time with Wang Yi, he asks Zhilan about what he has been up to. It's perfect because since Zhilan left their living space together, he wants to see how he's been. It's here that he has another one of those strange episode and this time, Sun is reminded of Bentley's friend who died in the crossfire of Sun's rage and out of control attacks. @archaictold

So to search for answers, after his departure with Zhilan, he seeks out someone. ANYONE who might have some kind of information and that's where he meets Macaque. It's here that Sun learns that he had his own Macaque and that he was the one who killed him. Why did he kill Macaque? Sun has so many questions and answers that cannot be given TO him. He almost attacks Macaque (but luckily doesn't) and instead is left behind in his rage. @sageshadowed

Dropping by Monkey King's place in hopes he can find some kind of answer from him, Sun goes over the things that's happened. He's laying on Monkey King's floor at his place and he's overwhelmed by the scenery of his birth home. It's here that he's recapping a bit of the beginning of his life. He asks Monkey King about the punishment. Did Monkey King have one punishment or two...And were they tied together? Why does Sun feel as if there were more than just ONE massacre that he was responsible for? @sunsage

He understands much better now. He understands what exactly is going on and he's meeting up with Zhang San. Here, with San, he's doing a full recap of what's been going on. He doesn't shy away or leave anything out. He tells Zhang San from the very beginning of his morning up until this very moment. He still has answers. He's not sure exactly how he's going to obtain these, but....Zhang San has offered to do what Sun hasn't really thought he would. He doesn't EXPECT Zhang San to offer to help him by asking Tang Sanzang. Sun is hesitant, but it's clear that he needs answers. These awful headaches that he's been getting throughout the day is proving to be too painful. @penitentbeggar

He's gained some new information. Somethings he didn't remember happening. Sun has to excuse himself after some time spent with the person he loves. Promises to be back, but he needs time to think about this. He returns to the isle, but not to go to Monkey King. He finds that the botanical garden is one of the calmest places to be when he feels too overwhelmed. He comes here to decompress and is HIT by another one of his memories. Tang Sanzang had talked about his death, but it's different from being told what happened and seeing what happened. This in turn causes Sun to feel TOO much and.....

well.......We already know Sun is not the greatest at keeping his emotions in check. @temperateskies

[nicawlette]

CONCLUSION.

She's laying in bed, when it occurs. There's nothing monumental or flashy about it— the final puzzle pieces clicking into place that make up the whole of her life, her memories, happens so modestly that it somehow makes things worse. The full force of her failure returns, bringing guilt, and it's so trivial compared to everything else... Nicolette can't help but feel incredibly insignificant. Even the returned security of her relationship with Zhilan is tainted by it.

Everything is overshadowed by the dark cloud that looms above. It's just another reminder of how pathetic she's become as a result of her own naïve selfishness. There's no reason to mourn any harder than she already has.

The presence of regret hangs over her shoulders, face now clear and resigned as it had always been in her memories. Maybe there is some benefit to it, because the guilt of that particular night is always paired with something else. The spark lights itself into a small flame, flickering to life within the hollow of her heart. Where she had once been cold, it offers familiar warmth— yes, anger has always been her closest and most trusted companion.

She had been a fool to abandon it. It was a mistake to let go of the only thing that might never leave her.

In her apartment, Nicolette is alone. She is weary, crushed beneath the weight of rejection, heavy with shame, haunted by familiar hurt and ultimately useless to anyone around her. She's tired, but it's fine. The pain will subside, and with practice it will become just another scar to bear.

What's one more?

A temporary solution exists now, anyway, and Nicolette questions why she didn't bother to use it until now. Distantly, her phone chimes, but it gives her no pause. Crawling on all fours, she reaches under her bed. It buzzes as scarred fingers curl around the neck of a bottle, and continues while they unscrew the cap. The liquor burns a path down her throat, settling in the pit of her empty stomach, molten and numbing. Her heart aches and her phone rings.

Eventually, that too, fades away.

[darcydirectory]

Darcy Directory's 2024 Blog Updates

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[heclingmuzik]

break is not ... good at affection. or birthdays, which usually invite an avalanche of affection stuffed into one day, something he already struggles with in smaller portions. however, when ismael had first told him about the day, a side note almost skipped over, he'd tucked it away carefully, especially conscious of her unusually quiet way of talking about it. the day is close to arriving, and he's still a mess. his ribs aren't healed, gilbert has just come to the city, not to mention zhilan— break stops thinking about it there. however, he can't just let it pass by without doing anything at all, even if that might be what ismael prefers. maybe because that's what ismael doesn't prefer. can't let her get too comfortable, now. so, something small, it is. he hasn't visited her too many times, yet, but that won't stop him from getting there by himself, as well as breaking in without being noticed. the morning of, she'll notice a little treat on the table of her kitchen, sooner or later: a white cardboard box, with a sticky note attached, showing a scribbled doodle of emily on it. inside, there's two types of puff pastry. on the left, a tarte tatin, with caramalized apples. on the right, a few different, tiny spinach and feta pies. in between, he's spread a handful of precious candies. it took a while for him to get the stuff, not gonna lie. with too many people trying to keep tabs on him and his health, leaving the house for too long, especially to go buy sweets, has been getting increasingly difficult. but he feels a bit better, walking back to his own apartment, task successful. hopefully, that won't be too much.

Just the little doodle of Emily was enough to let Ismael know that the one who snuck in undetected was none other than Break, himself.

She'll have to thank him!

[feistyvampire]

@archaictold said: ‘ you have my permission to drink from me. ’ | meme

“You know what that means, right?”

He can assume Zhilan understands what he’s signing up for if he’s agreeing to it, but Edgar wants to be absolutely sure, honestly. Jumping into something like this can’t simply be done head first without any thought to it.

Granted, that isn’t to say Edgar isn’t grateful for the offer. It’s just natural for him to make sure a person understands everything about being bitten before he bites them if he can help it.

“Are you sure?” Edgar asks seriously, even while searching Zhilan’s face for any uncertainty. He can’t read anything of the sort in his expression, only an earnest and kind smile as he offers. “It does hurt a little, being bitten. The rest after that is pretty easy, but how about your pain tolerance? How do you feel around blood?”

These would be weird questions to anyone listening in that hadn’t a clue about the situation, but that isn’t going to deter him from asking, even when he gets into Zhilan’s space and reaches for him. Not enough to be invasive or too close for comfort, but Edgar’s hand comes to rest against a shoulder, fingers squeezing lightly in a gesture of comfort.

“But if those things aren’t a problem… can I drink from you now? Think you feel well enough? Did you eat a decent meal today?” He can’t say his hunger is pressing yet, but it’s always better to satiate himself before it gets to a point where it feels unbearable or weakens him. But he’ll leave it up to Zhilan if he’s up for it at the moment, or if he wants to change his mind.

[thenerdsofcolor]

Kung Fu's Yvonne Chapman on Zhilan's Hero Journey This Season

Kung Fu's Yvonne Chapman @yvonne__chapman on Zhilan's Hero Journey This Season #KungFu #CWKungFu #Zhicky

With Kung Fu’s season finale coming closer, we are slowly getting closer to the mystery of Xiao (Vanessa Kai) and what her plans are for the Guardian-Warrior bloodline. As Xiao grows stronger, she has taken over Pei-Ling’s body, which leaves Zhilan (Yvonne Chapman) at a loss.  “For Zhilan, her main focus and purpose right now is to save Pei-Ling,” Chapman tells The Nerds of Color on Tuesday.…

[archaictold]

His gut instinct should have been heeded from the very beginning. The mask comes off, but one of many displayed during their brief encounter thus far, and the hairs on his nape are back to bristling, far more insistent than before. Zhilan opens his mouth to raise a protest as the library book is plucked right from his possession in favor of being treated like the other's plaything. Yet he scarcely gets the opportunity to speak, utterly bewildered as malice—cold, biting malice—rolls from the tongue like punches. Dangerous. He no longer needs to second guess or spare second chances, for the stranger makes himself resoundingly clear. Abruptly, the legs of his chair wail across the tiled floors, perfectly in time with the percussive slam of all four belonging to the one beside him dropping their weight down in unison. Zhilan braces an arm before him like a hook, preparing for more unpredictability from someone who is apparently nothing but. ❝ And mine of you was trouble. Are you done now? ❞ In his peripheral, there are people, eying them both with growing concern. With thought toward their distress, he minds his volume, but not his tone.

❝ As it stands, you're causing quite a lot of it. Leave the library before you disturb anyone else, please. Or I'm escorting you out myself. ❞

oh, goodness. he's lecturing him now.

maybe, if he zones out, zhilan will stop talking and get the hint. idly does mahito swing back and forth on his chair. a few minutes pass, and zhilan is still. talking.

"blegh. booooring," he cuts him off, yawning as his hands settle in his pockets. continuously does he rock, disregarding the concerned stares of passerbys who are in and out of the library. if mahito heeded the advice of humans with too much heart, he'd certainly have not made it this far. "hey, hey. did you hear that you were my elder and decided to take it upon yourself to try and steer me in the right direction ?"

hand takes book, and settles it atop his own head. a disregard for the spine of the thing, nestled across the crease of his nose, pages blunting themselves against flesh and hooking into stitched face. the seamlines between it all were an obvious indicator that mahito was nothing more than patchwork, a result of humanities disgust, facets of the many emotions that came with it.

"not human... gold star! aren't you a bright one?" and yet it matters not to mahito whether or not the impression was positive or not. with a quiet thud does his chair land back on all fours, book unceremoniously collapsing back onto the desk as hands smooth out a crease formed by impact. oh, they certainly were getting attention now. "you sure seem like one, power-tripping the moment you realise you have some form of dominance on me with all that advice !"

a giggle weaves through his words, a playful shrug to accompany it. "woow. i've never met a human so fixated on the status quo like you ! you like to be in a seat of power, right ?" mahito knows zhilan doesn't. hes a gentle person, as far as he can tell. "keep the pecking order going, huh ? with you right at the top. that's my first impression of you."

had he retained his transfiguration, a puppet of zhilan melded into his hand sure would go well right now! really sell his point!

[archaictold]

𝐙𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐍 it to a candle that is snuffed out, how sudden a shift the world around him takes. At once, gone are the watercolor trees and whimsically-sized garden vegetables. The sky itself seems to wail, the soil beneath his feet begins to sink as if to swallow him, and as reality itself bends— darkness gives way to sand.

The air instantly becomes cold and dry, the sunlight overhead not returning even as his surroundings finally stabilize. Standing small in the shadow of a dune, his recognition is hindered by confusion: are these Sumeru's deserts or is he still in Spirale, somehow deep in the belly of the Land of Burnt Umber? He searches the horizon for the telltale orange glow of King Deshret's Mausoleum, and once finding that the sky is as black as ink he decides it doesn't matter. Wherever this is, it is not anywhere he wants to be. So he clambers through the sand, away from the dune, in search of escape. How long he wanders, he isn't sure. Time feels inconsistent here, this personal nightmare of his. He measures it instead by the ache in his legs as he fights against the resistance of the dust underneath them, and it's at some indistinct point where the chill in the air has already sunk bone-deep that the clouds start to emit faint, vermillion light. The buildings that appear with it are like a mirage at first. Nonphysical distortions of shelter in the distance, only that they don't betray him with their realness and solidify themselves into being the closer he gets. They are dilapidated things with strangely urban architecture, weathered and beat and visibly abandoned for possibly over a decade, but to Zhilan they are a temporary distraction from the unease that tends to grip him while in the desert. He ducks into one, backing up as the wind whips and howls around it. Yet he neglects to realize that it is already occupied, discovering this by abruptly colliding into them back-first. He swings around in an instant, the sharp tip of his polearm pointed at them having been manifested into his hands from thin air. Their identity is a belated arrival to his senses, but once they truly lock eye contact the name leaves him sharply, startled. ❝ —— Wang yi? ❞

@nobully — hey bestie i'm sorry abt almost stabbing u. is this ur hellscape too.

[schleckermaul]

@nicawlette asked: 😴 to fall asleep on your muse. ue ue ue *sounds of crying* taken from this prompt list.

it's the exhaustion that drives a film of tears into his single eye as break drags a blanket wrapped around himself across the floors of the rainsworth mansion. the tiredness has let up a bit, ever since his arrival, but that leaves the nights restless and upset. driven out of the bedroom he shares with zhilan, his bare feet feel the cold of the marble. he doesn't realize that he's walked up to nicolette's room until he stares directly at her door.

   wrapping the blanket a bit tighter around himself, his hand slides over wood until it finds the handle. he shuffles inside without avoiding noise, so that she'll notice him as he enters.

   ' don't stab me, ' is his half-whispered introduction, voice rough not from sleep but from not having spoken for a few hours. he shuffles closer as he hears her move, a mumble of acknowledgement from her general direction. he's not sure if he's woken her up or not, but he makes no apology either way, crawling on top of her mattress with his blanket still dragging behind him.

   ' scooch over. '

"ugh."

   ' c'mon, needy. '

   it's really warm here. throwing his blanket on top of hers, halfway over her already covered form, he waits until she's sitting up a bit. his forehead bumps into her shoulders as they're adjusting, both shifting with blankets and pillows until she's leaning into him, her hair tickling his collarbone.

   "it's late," she grumbles into his nightshirt, and for a second he considers lying, even in jest. he ends up tilting his head back, staring at the ceiling. his expression is blank, but it should be dark enough for her to not see it. there's no chill of the moonlight on them.

   ' mhm, ' he eventually mumbles back, shifting his head against hers instead. her hair smells fresh. there's no need to lie. or to say anything, really. slinging one leg across, break slinks an arm underneath her and huffs a sigh.

   she doesn't say anything. maybe she really is sleepy? he feels a bit bad about that for a moment. not elaborating, opting to close his eyes instead, break focuses on the rise and fall of her chest. surely enough, it starts slowing after a while.

   ... she snores, a little bit. it makes him snort, to which she complains, and that makes him still entirely.

   wouldn't want to wake her a second time around.

[lesbianmaxevans]

1.01  ⇢  3.13

[Image Description: Ten stacked gifs from Kung Fu, comparing Pei-Ling’s death in the pilot to her death in 3.13.

On the left: Zhilan grabs the sword. Pei-Ling: Zhilan, no! The sword is not meant for you. Nicky reaches the doorway, having been searching for Pei-Ling. Zhilan stabs Pei-Ling in the chest. Nicky: Shifu! Zhilan rushes away as Nicky runs to Pei-Ling. Nicky: No! Shifu. I have to get you to a hospital. Pei-Ling: No, the sword. You must get it back. You must stop her. Nicky shakes her head, sobbing. Nicky: Don’t leave me, please. Pei-Ling goes limp as she dies.

On the right: Nicky pulls a pocket knife from her pocket. She cries quietly as she reveals the blade. The scene shifts to Zhilan racing up the stairs. Pei-Ling brushes some hair from Nicky’s face, and Nicky holds the blade a few inches from Pei-Ling’s stomach. Pei-Ling leans towards Nicky and they hug. Pei-Ling gasps in pain, and Nicky starts to cry harder. Pei-Ling’s hands drop from Nicky’s back. Zhilan reaches the room, but she falters as she can tell something is wrong. Nicky gently guides Pei-Ling’s body to the floor, and Zhilan drops to her knees, crying.]