[Video] UN: Wei Wuxian

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[Without any introduction at all, a video suddenly pops up on the network with the view focused on what appears to be a VHS tape sitting on the ground. In the background, what can only be described as creepy flute noises can be heard. After several more seconds of the (familiar to some) flute, the song cuts off and Wei Wuxian comes into frame.

He is sitting cross legged several feet away from the VHS tape and he drops his flute to one side.]

This—[He points at the tape with his free hand—] is very angry.

What is it?

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private.

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Really?

perma private

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What? [He has the distinct impression she's about to say something rude]

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〈 now, what could give him that impression? 〉

So, did you not see Steve handling the VHS tape? Or did you see, and then you forgot? I’m trying to figure out what part of your brain exactly to be worried about.

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When you went back to that creepy room? [Don't ask where he found he tape BTW.] How was I supposed to notice anything else when I was worried!

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I had it handled! 〈 she did not. 〉

What’s the worst that could have happened? I develop a trauma response that will continue to rule over the way I feel and behave years into the future? Already did that! And, as you can see, I am just fine!

〈 …just not handled at all. 〉

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Where’d you find that one, by the way?

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[Damn, he could improve his own game with that expert combination of humor and denial.] Hmm, what? That's completely irrelevant, anyway, so you know what this thing is?

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〈 flatter than kansas: 〉 You went back too.

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I have a flute! You just had a Steve!

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Don’t you bring Steve into this!

〈 all right, time out. 〉

Okay, not the point. That’s a VHS tape. Fucking ancient by my time, but anyway…

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[That sounds vaguely familiar.]

That has to do with videos, right?

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Yeah, 〈 she agrees. 〉 You can record and play movies.

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Like on your phone and on the network. [And the movies Newt plays.]

Someone else said it needs a VCR. Is there maybe one of those somewhere in a place that doesn't hate us so much? That room was very angry about me taking this out of there. It'll be dangerous to go back in.

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Sure. The one at the Cooper house.

〈 she drops her voice to a spooky whisper. 〉

Where everything started.

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[With an amused snort.]

Maybe that's where it needs to be played.

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I have the keys. Just tell me when.

〈 gonna hit a whole other row of mailboxes. it's gonna be great. 〉

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Maybe we can walk?

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Are you saying you don’t trust me? Or is it that you don’t want to spend time with me? Do you hate me, Xianxian? Is that what you’re saying?

〈 boy, this escalated quickly. 〉

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I don't trust your vendetta against mailboxes.

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That was one time!

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Do you define one time as many mailboxes?

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When it was one distinct period of time.

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[He laughs, amused (but also still afraid of her driving.)]

I'm sitting up front this time. [With a seatbelt.]