"I had hoped your world was free of it." Meng Yao doesn't like imagining her surrounded by sorrow. He itches to fix it.

Yet he isn't powerful enough to fix his own problems.

"I am...being truthful to those I hurt in the future. I want them to know why. I want to know why." he gives her hand a gentle squeeze, "I am not that man yet and I would like to stave off any madness as long as I am able."