"Why would I?" It's out almost immediately, Song Lan trying to free his hands, movements accidentally activating his device, although he's not aware of it. But he's wondered, since arriving here, since he and Xingchen had fallen prey to the effects of this place.

"I don't..." Xue Yang removing his belt has him inhaling a breath. "Stop doing that!" It's sharper, even if the tugging at the vines only has them tightening around his arms.