[ if only she knew the animosity and awful things that have gone down... or that Jin Ling spent most his life hating the name Wei Wuxian.

together. they are together, and he's overwhelmed, both by an indescribable lightness and the heaviness of everything and the responsibility of knowing what they don't. or at least the little he's been told, experienced.

tell them about himself...? he's not even good at that with his friends, with anyone. and talking about growing up with Xiaoshu is... painful, right now, and also the root of every problem he's experienced the past few months. he looks at his hand in his mother's as he talks, feels the smoothness of it against his palm, despite how she's still dripping from the fountain, a little cold. he mumbles, a little indignant, feeling very small in front of the people who brought him to the world. ]

I do... eat, I mean. I don't... there is a lot. A lot has happened, and it's complicated, and I don't even know everything. I thought...

[ he just shakes his head and reaches up with the hand holding Suihua, rubbing his knuckles over his cheeks. he doesn't know how to talk about himself. what do they want to hear? everything? that would take several days and he's not sure he has that long with them. ]