He yanks the sword out, tucking it into his sleeve before he starts to walk, looking for any part of this place where they could hide. "We lost each other," he corrects, stepping over fallen debris and ducking under vines twisting oozing above them. This entire place is dark and broken and festering.

"Wei Ying must stay awake, he commands in his most stern voice, largely to forbid it from wavering. He twists down a few more alleys, hoping get away from the worst of the fighting. The building in front of them looks to be residential and he heads towards it. "Stay awake with Lan Zhan."