He plucked me from the nest of my parent's corpses and took me under his wing. He wanted me thankful for that, as though he was not the one to shoot them down.

( Possibly too sharp for the nature of the question, but he is all jagged edges and ensnarled thoughts. Though something seems to come to him then, a bright spark of his madness. The spectre looms, and even though he is older now he still feels -.

A shake of his head, control spinning. To the spectre he demands. )

Who sent you? Why were you there?

( It is the question that Wen Kexing has asked himself so many times before. How did the Ghost Valley find his parents? What is he missing? He tries to focus on it now, his thoughts a foggy mess. But he is ignored and an old familiar pain lances again, slicing behind his eye. His attention skitters away. The Valley Master tells him he is not human, and Wen Kexing's fingers fist. He lets out a jagged exhale again, taking a step back. To Lan Wangji. )

You know ghosts - ( You're a ghost, the spectre echoes, you will always be a ghost, Ah-Xing. ) - could it be him? Or is something here trying to mock me?