[ He has to get Shuanghua away from him somehow, his hand around Jiangzai trembles with the memory of how that sword was used before. Testing the waters, he takes a step forward to where Xingchen has dropped to his knees in a traumatising tableau of deja vu and thinks back to all the little details etched deeply in his memory of their time spent living together. He rehearsed so much of it in his head when he was alone with only a corpse for company, he barely has to try. ]

You like bland food best and sometimes have honey in your tea when it's cold. Your balance is perfect with the sword, but you can't stand on a ladder without wobbling. You liked making new baskets to sell but I think you liked fixing the broken ones with holes more, because we never seemed to have any that weren't patchworked.

None of that's a lie.