Wei Wuxian puts down his own bowl, sucking on the spoon as he considers. "This is difficult to answer," he admits. "There are times when I want to reminisce on something with you, but it hasn't happened to you yet. But to me, you don't feel very different."

He swirls his spoon through the bowl. "He is so much older than I am, and he has lived so much more. I like growing with you. I like that...you only had a few years of waiting instead of sixteen."