“It is a good discipline to maintain your form. Are you as frequently found like this in cloud recesses as I remember?”

Truthfully Lan Wangji hasn’t done this in years, but his body remembers the form and quickly he rediscovers his balance. He sees if he can still write and hold himself up with one arm.

“Is the… I believe Detective Peralta calls it ‘sludge’, that offensive to you?”