[He flinches at the truth, but he doesn't run and hide. He doesn't argue or close his ears to hearing it. To understanding the weight of it. He lifts his gaze, so sharp, so cunning, and lifts a hand, gently tracing his thumb along Mingjue's neck.]

Does it haunt you? You have returned from death. I do not want to solely take from you.

[How can he help? He feels like a monster and a burden.]

I do not feel well knowing this. But I believe it to be true.