And yet, Lan Zhan seems determined to kill him again already. Seriously, what is he meant to do with all this sincerity and softness? Paired with simple, unmistakable declarations, even ones he'd all but asked for? Making inarticulate strangled sounds and rolling on the floor is a tempting option and the foremost one to spring to mind, but he'd have to let go first and he can't risk letting Lan Zhan unbalance again if these are the kinds of things that happen as a consequence. So this is, effectively, inescapable. Maybe Lan Zhan's internal clock will tell him it's hao shi and he'll pass out. Wouldn't be ideal but at least Wei Wuxian would stand a chance.

As it stands he can only curl up like a shrimp and press his forehead to their hands in a purely inscrutable observance, possibly apology? Possibly just a reaction to sincerity and Lan Zhan's essential goodness? As a member of the recently dead, perhaps he is allergic. And much like the recently dead, he groans abjectly but cannot argue more eloquently against anything Lan Zhan has said, as much as he feels a directionless requirement to try. Or again, possibly just to escape. Lan Zhan really is too good and too much, both. How good to be allowed to experience that again.

"Lan Zhan, you can't say these things. I can't take it, and I can't," he swallows, "Live up to it. But I guess it's not a mistake at all then, anyway. If you're glad." He rallies, gains a spine, tries again. He's been part of literal battles that were less harrowing. "I'm glad too. This world won't know how fortunate it is."