I'm afraid I do not follow? [Xichen had told him to ask and so he will. He is. Meng Yao craves to know what separates him from this man; what went so wrong that he decides, in the future, to give up everything?]

I am facing the truth, Zewu-Jun. I want to turn and run, but I'm not.

[He shifts and bunches the fabric over his thighs in his fists.]

I want him to guide me. Of course I will listen. I wish I could quell his anger.