The Tower, capital T. Xichen wants to go shove his head in a bucket of ice water, for all the good it will do now that the cold never bothers him anyway.

"I had not considered it had meant the Pthumerian. Why would anyone think the destruction of an entire city is --"

He shakes his head, unable to finish that sentence.

"If there is some way to help, then we absolutely must."

He misses his Uncle, his sect, his brother and nephew. But like Shen Yuan, these are people who can live without him. Here, there is a chance to remedy his deepest regret.