He shuts his eyes. That's not fair, to use Wen Kexing's voice. Zishu doesn't turn around.

In front of him, his reflection is still hissing pointed insults at him, putting a voice to the dark parts of himself that he doesn't like acknowledging. But, the thing is, he knows it. It's nothing new, and whether or not he likes it, he's long accepted that as a part of him.

"What new trick is this?" he sighs, his hand tightening on the blade he'd found earlier. "That voice isn't yours to use."