"No, I just want to got to bed and not worry about anything anymore. I'm so tired, A-Yao."

Another slip but he can't help it. He feels off-balance, unstable in a way he hasn't experienced since the day he'd discovered his brother's missing body and signs his crypt had been disturbed from the inside. That day he'd ordered his men to cover up the graverobbery and gone about his business, trying to make sense of it all. With his brother avenged, much of the wound has been cauterized, leaving a scar but the inconsolable grief and vengeful madness have receded.

He searches Meng Yao's face in the hope he'll find some sort of answer and guidance there.

"I..." He falters, helpless. "Just stay with me tonight. Hold me until I fall asleep. I don't want to think anymore."