[The answering quiet, the hesitance, tell Xingchen that he's touched on something, possibly as much as his sight might have at one point. He doesn't mean for his helping words to push others into some sort of existentialism or memories or whatever Jiang Cheng is experiencing right now. But then again, Xingchen does have the habit of sticking his foot too far in a door and then managing to trip over it.

He gives Jiang Cheng the time to recover himself, making no further remark on the matter and trying to keep his expression neutral. He'll just continue taking small bites of the shared rations.

The next question is obviously a fallback, but Xingchen accepts it.]

A few. Those with whom I've shared extended company have been good to me, considering...

[He trails off and lifts a hand to touch the side of his blindfold. He's blind. He's something to be avoided or an easy target. But, as far as he knows, no one here has stolen from him or treated him maliciously.

...Well. Mostly no one.]

I hope the same can be said for Sect Leader Jiang.