Jin Guangyao stares at Wei Wuxian as he describes a plausible rationale for ending his life in this place, and stifles a mad little laugh. He tilts his head backwards to look up at the sky, as though what he has heard has solidified some decision in his gut, one that feels far too familiar. His chest aches.

Then he looks back at Wei Wuxian again and smiles.

"I took a bath."