Lan Zhan doesn't answer him directly, and something in Wei Wuxian crumbles. It's a pillar he's enforced with Lan Zhan's faith in him again and again, but this time, Lan Zhan doesn't have the answer, and Wei Wuxian is too tired to bear himself up.

"It's me," he whispers, thinking of the rain, the Yin metal, the rice wine. The endless trail of dead bodies he'd left behind him in the Nightless City. "I can't ever stop."