i don't. but, [with unrelenting gentleness,] we have no choice.

[he knows a lot about the things one must do when one has no other choice. jin guangyao drags his eyes away from the wrecked expression on mike's face and looks instead back to the draugr corpse as it is consumed by the flames. the almost unbearable stink of it has been replaced by something sharply pungent, but he can't tell at a glance how long it will take for the remains to reduce further. likely longer than mike will be able to maintain the tattered shreds of his composure. jin guangyao doesn't know if a normal man can suffer a qi deviation in this place, but with the proof before his eyes that mike's mental state can warp the world around them, he would not like to find out.]

come, [he encourages him quietly, and reaches a hand out near his arm, not to touch, but to gesture him a few paces away from the smouldering remains, to find a patch of soft and untainted grass upwind of the smoke.] it will take some time for the body to burn, and the air is clearer over there. if mike-xiansheng would please sit, this one would like to help calm your mind.