Jin Guangyao is panicking which... isn't good. They need to keep their heads on straight (ha!) if they hope to get through this, and they're already being affected. Whatever is doing this is going right for the jugular and when he sees the terror etched deep into the lines of Jin Guangyao's face he feels...
...angry.
His grip on his shoulders tightens, his jaw set.
"A-Yao," he says, gentle but determined as the ceaseless current of a river. "I will not let that happen. I--"
Grey fingers come into view, reaching from Jin Guangyao's throat, and Lan Xichen yanks him away in a leap backwards onto the wall around the courtyard, his arms around him in a protective embrace as he searches for any sign of Nie Mingjue's fierce corpse.
Another illusion.
"We cannot trust our eyes or our ears," he explains. "And we need to calm down. Whatever is doing this is using our fears to unsettle us."
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...angry.
His grip on his shoulders tightens, his jaw set.
"A-Yao," he says, gentle but determined as the ceaseless current of a river. "I will not let that happen. I--"
Grey fingers come into view, reaching from Jin Guangyao's throat, and Lan Xichen yanks him away in a leap backwards onto the wall around the courtyard, his arms around him in a protective embrace as he searches for any sign of Nie Mingjue's fierce corpse.
Another illusion.
"We cannot trust our eyes or our ears," he explains. "And we need to calm down. Whatever is doing this is using our fears to unsettle us."