Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

Slightly conflicted, Lan Wangji considers this. He is, of course, thinking of Magnus, burdened by several prophecies and, simultaneously, buoyed by one: the one that promises him another sight of his mother. After a short pause, he nods. If he wants to argue, he is not going to do so with Apollo himself. "And do those prophecies continue to hold power here?"