Well. That - is not an answer, as to how much Huaisang remembers, but it gives him a little bit of an idea. He gives a small smile in return, sitting next to him and watching him prepare the marshmallow.

"The consistency is strange, and they're very sweet. But they are enjoyable, as a novelty."

Is he going to do this? To pretend like there is not this chasm between them that he feels constantly on the verge of tipping into? To be gentle, and quiet, and not push for the things he needs to know? He had promised Mingjue that he would help protect Huaisang if he showed up here, even though he isn't sure how much Huaisang ever needed - or wanted - his support.

In the end, it's not the idea of letting what they both know remain unspoken between them that makes his decision. It's the possibility, however small, that Huaisang is from an earlier time, when he isn't yet aware of the events that may unfold. He could not keep things from him anymore than he could with Mingjue.

"There are others here from our world, and some from what seems like alternate timelines. I have met people who have not yet experienced all the events I remember, people who have variations in the way things occurred, people who I have known to be dead." His fingers curl briefly into the fabric of his overcoat.

"If you remember as I do, then there are only a few things I need tell you, but if you do not-"