Innocent? Maybe. There was still a childishness to him, a wonder at the world now that he wasn't so fixated on stabbing his brother to death. Still, it was hard to let go of all of the past grievances, so Ye Zun just pulls the blankets up around himself, snuggling into them.

"Not all the time," he replies, shivering slightly, curling inwards as he tugs the blankets closer. "He would keep those he planned to use as fodder under control, throw them at the front lines. People like me were trickier. He needed us to remain intact enough that we can get what he needed, and get out. I could also shake it off after a while too. It didn't sink in as much as he wanted."