It's enough to snap him back somewhat. It cuts off Mo Xuanyu's mutterings as his entire body jolts and he looks up at Wei Wuxian, expression slightly lost as if he doesn't understand what he's seeing. When he points out the wounds Mo Xuanyu's gaze falls again and he stares at them for a moment, then slowly pulls his fingers away from his wrist to leave the cuts further alone. Most of his fingertips have dried blood from drawing the array earlier, but now the ones he was just using have fresh blood on them as well.
He doesn't get the chance to say anything further before he too hears the voices. Suddenly any composure Wei Wuxian's scolding returned to him is gone again, and he physically recoils from the door as if it had been forced open.
"It's him." His voice is a whisper again. "It's him. It's him. It's him, it's him, it's him--" Abruptly Mo Xuanyu gives a shriek, not unlike one scared completely out of his wits. The dive he made for the mirror before was nothing compared to how he nearly launches himself now into one corner of his room. He scrambles through the mess there as if hoping to bury himself and hide from the owners of the voices--or one of them, Mo Ziyuan in particular.
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He doesn't get the chance to say anything further before he too hears the voices. Suddenly any composure Wei Wuxian's scolding returned to him is gone again, and he physically recoils from the door as if it had been forced open.
"It's him." His voice is a whisper again. "It's him. It's him. It's him, it's him, it's him--" Abruptly Mo Xuanyu gives a shriek, not unlike one scared completely out of his wits. The dive he made for the mirror before was nothing compared to how he nearly launches himself now into one corner of his room. He scrambles through the mess there as if hoping to bury himself and hide from the owners of the voices--or one of them, Mo Ziyuan in particular.