"Mn," Lan Wangji says, without any particular inflection. He touches another of the bells, thinking of Yunmeng and the massacred disciples of Lotus Pier. "It is yours now." He looks back to Magnus, letting a little frown crease his brow, and tries to choose his own words carefully. This entails a pause, and then it entails the words emerging slowly, with deliberation. "I am not trying to convince you to feel your pain more keenly than you already do. If Valhalla was not that bad, then I am glad it was not worse. But I want better for you than not that bad. You told me that you don't like battle. We are surrounded by the evidence of what happens when you are free to pursue kinder things."