He raises his head again to pull a truly impressive face, well known to anyone who has ever dealt with a sulking teenager. And while Wei Wuxian was just old enough to no longer be a teenager when he died -- and endured far more serious blows than this in his short life -- he can still sulk with the best of them.

"I suppose it will not kill me a second time," he mutters. "But what can I say? I cannot carry on like this every night for the rest of my afterlife. Do you think the rats will deliver to the forest if I decide to live there forever? Or the bottom of the lake?"