For very far from the first time, Lan Wangji wishes he could have met Magnus' mother. He would like to tell her what a good son she has. When he calls to mind the photograph of her in Magnus' locket, it is easy to imagine meeting Natalie Chase's eyes and knowing, without speaking, that they are in alignment: that they both love Magnus, that they would both spring to his defense with little provocation, that they want his path to be a rewarding and good one even if it is not easy. She had no choice about relinquishing Magnus, first to the streets, and then to Valhalla, and then, finally, to his care. He hopes he is doing what she would want.

He watches Magnus' hand curling around the white jade of the token. He has carried that token for years, and as long as they are trapped here, it is useless to Magnus, no more than a symbol -- but he would not take it back for anything. Something wants to lodge itself in his throat, some swell of feeling that would stop his tongue, but he swallows it down. "I told that other Magnus that you had named me a father figure. He asked if I returned the sentiment." If these words are emerging from him a little flatly, it is only because he means them so sincerely and because he is doing quiet battle with himself to say them. "I said that for you, I want to be something better than the fathers I have known."