"I know how it feels," she says slowly, "to feel that you cost too much to die."

"But to walk away when you cannot win... when you are trapped in box... it is not suicide, it is murder. They killed you. They killed your sister. They killed your people."

"And you killed as many of them as you could. I see nothing in that to regret." She slides out of her chair, and into a kneel.

"I regret how I spoke to you before. We are alike. Nine is for the Tomb, and all that was lost. And we have lost so much. I do not pity you, Wei Wuxian. But I recognize you. I recognize the Ninth."

We do bones, motherfucker.