[ Exhaustion is why Wuxian doesn't move. Soul deep.

He swallows heavily, fingers loose against the roof tile now. The Wens- his Wens, would still be alive if not for this man. Good people. Kind people.

A-Yuan...

Yanli.

Even the peacock.

If not for this jealous, miserable man. ]

You should have made your own way. [ A breath. Almost steady. But there's a hard edge to his voice. ]

You have so many skills. You could have found another way.

The arm tells me you were caught. It doesn't matter enough to ask who.