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[He nods and his expression softens, eyes drifting away. There are some things locked so deeply inside of him that it would take something catastrophic to bring them out, but Wen Qing isn't one of them.]

She and her brother—[He flips to another page of the two of them together. In the picture he's chosen, Wen Ning is still alive and looks strikingly like his sister]—were distantly related to a man who started a terrible war.

They did not fight for him and they did not support him. When that mad man's war failed and he was justly killed, the great sects in all of their wisdom—[And he can't help the way the bitterness slips into his words, into his veins]—decided that everyone who shared that man's last name was equally guilty.

Every elder, every man, woman, and child was eventually hunted down and executed. Wen Qing and Wen Ning went willingly to their executions in an attempt to save a man far less worthy than either of them. [He goes quiet for a long time before eventually sighing quietly and fixing Rosinante with a tired smile.]

There was one child who was spared. My a-Yuan. He was rescued and his name was changed. [Wei Wuxian blinks, remembering himself and he lets out another soft sigh.] I'm sorry. You probably didn't want to know all of that.

[That is the sort of story that instantly gets a genuine reaction from him, one he doesn't bother trying to cover. His expression hardens, his eyes narrow.

His is a world where execution is standard practice, especially when a point needs to be made in favor of the power of justice. That isn't what bothers him. But to punish innocent people, one a doctor, purely because of blood relationships?

He has personal experience with that way of thinking, but even if he didn't, he'd still be absolutely opposed.]

No, it's... It's fine. I'm glad you don't support that kind of bullshit. At least... [Ugh, it is kind of personal, isn't it? He rubs at the bridge of his nose.] I'm glad the kid got out safely. Your friends and their family deserved better.

They did. [He agrees in a solemn tone. Better than the world turning on them, and certainly better than Wei Wuxian as their one attempt at salvation.]

And I'm glad too. I'm told he's grown into a remarkable young man. Kind and sweet, and a strong cultivator. [It's Wei Wuxian's turn to sound proud. He hadn't known of a-Yuan's survival until Lan Xichen had revealed it to him, and a part of him still feels like it's impossible.]

I only hope that he doesn't still believe that babies grow from children being planted in the ground like radishes. [He grins and winks at Rosinante.]

[The little joke breaks through his frown. He shakes his head and allows his lips to quirk into something like a smile. Clearly Wei Wuxian doesn't want to dwell on that tragedy.]

Little round heads and a sprout of hair, hm? If only it was that easy. [He even chuckles a little, then reaches for the mirror and tucks it into the makeup kit.]

I probably shouldn't keep you any longer. Thank you, though. We'll have to do this again sometime. [He pats the kit, and really, truly, he means it. Some mission or other, maybe they can really go all out with cool looks to suit whatever world they get tossed into.]

[Easy grin back in place, Wei Wuxian rises along with his friend, tucking the sketch book against his side and seeing him to the door.]

Maybe next time we can grab some drinks too, hmm? [He laughs and waves his friend off.]

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