Or if they take after Wei Wuxian, they wouldn't allow themselves to fly, to reach. Fear and lack of awareness aren't unique conditions. He wishes for Sizhui less heartbreak than what both his fathers have faced.

Yet with memory a question of might, he has little enough to say. In the end, each person lives their life according to their own decisions. Making them for anyone else is a poor move, no matter how well intentioned.

"We all wish for happiness when it comes to those we care for." Holding his own cup between his hands, Wei Wuxian appreciates the heat that seeps through, easing an aching he hadn't acknowledged earlier. "The youngest ones have always been most free here. I can say that much leans in his favour."

Lily and Eleven, long returned home, and in Eleven's case, twice-over, come to mind. Youth has always been more bold, and for many, that lay also with boldness in the heart. He fixes his gaze on the sect leader, a man who has tangled with such loss and betrayal so recently.

"Do you grant yourself the same leave?"