One could say that. When they were teenagers, Lan Wangji didn't yet know he was waiting. He knew only that he wanted something like he had never wanted anything before. During the war, he hoped that he was waiting -- waiting for Wei Ying to come to his senses, to return to the correct path and stop harming his body and mind. And after Wei Ying's death, he couldn't have known that he was waiting at all. There was nothing to wait for, until there was Mo Xuanyu and an old song on a bamboo flute.
Lan Wangji continues looking at Crowley, steadily. Speaking of waiting, that is what he is doing now, with the question Are you waiting for someone? at the edges of his expression.
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One could say that. When they were teenagers, Lan Wangji didn't yet know he was waiting. He knew only that he wanted something like he had never wanted anything before. During the war, he hoped that he was waiting -- waiting for Wei Ying to come to his senses, to return to the correct path and stop harming his body and mind. And after Wei Ying's death, he couldn't have known that he was waiting at all. There was nothing to wait for, until there was Mo Xuanyu and an old song on a bamboo flute.
Lan Wangji continues looking at Crowley, steadily. Speaking of waiting, that is what he is doing now, with the question Are you waiting for someone? at the edges of his expression.