( They land, Wen Kexing does not try to hide how his first steps from the sword are unsteady. He might be able to use his qinggong to take to the skies but there is a difference between that and holding himself stiff on a blade's edge, and so he takes a moment, hands moving over imaginary wrinkles and a deep, greedy breath of air pulled into his lungs. When he looks Lan Wangji's way there is something in his gaze, assessing and then softening. )

I suppose you have.

( He might be more inclined to morality than Wen Kexing is, but it is still a choice, is it not? The same way Wen Kexing himself is not actually wholly evil, Lan Wangji must not be wholly good. He feels things just the same as everyone else. There is a sigh trapped in his chest that he lets out with bluster, straightening himself out and turning towards the other man. Then Wen Kexing clasps his hands together, gives him a shallow bow. )

Thank you for helping me. I find myself as ever fortunate that Master Lan has been raised to be righteous. ( He glances up, a quick flicker of something at the corner of his mouth. ) And who knows, maybe one day I'll start believing you.