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“Mora for your thoughts?” Hu Tao released Boo Tao’s tail, launching it into an open casket.
Aether winced as the lid fell shut, sealing the ghost’s annoyed chittering. “You have mora?”
“Of course! I’m not Mr. Zhongli. C’mon, tell me!”
“It’s nothing…”
“Don’t die with regrets.”
“…When I find her…then what—"
“Ack!” She dragged him towards the parlor’s door. “Never mind.”
“What—”
“Too much thinking’s no good for you. You’ll get old, like Mr. Zhongli.”
“…Is getting old the worst? And Zhongli’s knowledgeable.”
“No, but he thinks way too much! When it comes, we’ll know. Til then, let’s live!”