It's a heavy question, one that leaves his stomach cold and churning, like a sudden punch he hadn't been expecting. In his mind, it'd never been a matter of not loving Lan Zhan enough, it was about how they'd face this together, how they'd use their strengths in tandem, like they once had.

If Lan Zhan asked it of him, if that was what he really did want, he would listen. He would feel like a bird in a cage, to hold himself back, and would Lan Zhan be happy like that? Could Wei Wuxian live with himself, knowing he'd led Lan Wangji into harm's way?

"Ah... that's... mm, I see."

He fidgets with his napkin, twisting it in his hands, thoughts clashing. It felt uncomfortably like eavesdropping on his soul-twin's life, and in his own Lan Zhan's inner thoughts.

"Lan Zhan?" his voice lacks much of its earlier vigor, "March said... he and I are a lot alike. Do you think that's true?"