Okay, so there are a few points in the series where you could say Wei Wuxian embraced his demonic cultivation, the previous episode (number nineteen) being a prime one. But, to me at least, this episode is a big one in turns of turning points for his character arc.
In the previous episode, we saw Wei Wuxian left for dead in the burial mounds, reaching out towards the power calling to him. He’s very much alone and afraid, likely beliving that he’s going to die in the burial mounds. But fast forward three months - fast forward to episode twenty - and the Wei Wuxian we see this time is very different.
The Wei Wuxian we know has died. Both his horrific survival and the war have taken much from him, including any innocence he carried before everything fell apart. Like so many others in the show the events of what he’s gone through have shaped and changed him, so much so he can’t fit into the mold of who he used to be. He’s past the point of no return, and all he can do - all he’s been able to do - is adapt. He’s had to adapt in order to survive.
This episode is the first time we see Wei Wuxian as we’ll come to know him as more from now on. He’s harnessed the resentful energy now into a weapon he can use, and he’s gone hunting for the revenge he promised to give Wen Chao before. And - his actions are horrific in the eyes of Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji. Because it’s not a natural power, it’s not something he should be using, but they don’t know that Wei Wuxian only does so because it’s the only power he can now wield. All they know is that something isn’t right about Wei Wuxian now they’ve finally found him again, and neither of them are sure what it is or how they can help. And Wei Wuxian is reluctant to let them in, to allow them to help him.
Episode twenty to me feels like the real birth of the demonic cultivator, as it’s the first time we see Wei Wuxian confidently weilding this new, strange power of his. He’s obviously spent time over the past three months learning to control it, finding a companion in the power he’ll now have to depend on. Like calls to like, and there’s a friend in the forbidden cultivation he’s harnessed. The horrors of what he’s gone through and the scars of his losses are still there, hidden behind a steel shield he puts up to protect himself from the whole world, and you can see that in how he reacts to Jiang Cheng and, especially, Lan Wangji’s concerns. He’s been left alone to survive for so long now (as far back as when the Wen’s attacked Lotus Pier, really), Wei Wuxian doesn’t remember how it feels to rely on someone else.
He had to be awake. He had to watch the golden core connected to his spiritual pathways be peeled from his body. He had to feel the gradual suppression, sedation, settlement of his originally surging spiritual powers, all until they became a pool of dead water, unable to rise ever again. Only after a long while did Lan WangJi’s voice sound again, somewhat hoarse. The first word seemed to tremble, “Constantly awake?” Wen Ning, “Two nights and one day. Constantly awake.” Lan WangJi, “What were the chances?” Wen Ning, “About half.” “Half.” Soundlessly, Lan WangJi took in a deep breath. He then shook his head, repeating, “…Half.” He tightened the arm he wrapped around Wei WuXian’s shoulders.
Idk the first verse tbh and i dont care to know it either. All i know is it goes “god save the queen bla bla bla la la”
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That’s all you need to know to dislike it as a national anthem tbh
#lmao #i remember telling my dad i didn't know any of the words to god save the queen and he was like 'but it's the national anthem!' #and i was like.... dad we're welsh #uk politics
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