( wei ying grins a quiet grin as huaisang settles on the floor with minimal complaint, a hand reaching out to snatch at his fan when it baps him, though if he succeeds he's just going to lazily fan them both with it. ) You're going to make my mourning shijie deliver the speech? She deserves to weep in peace at that point, I'd think. ( oh, she'd try her absolute hardest, but he's confident the tears would get the better of her and his heart aches at the very thought of her trying to struggle through it.

the rest, though, has him glancing back at huaisang, grin renewed to say - ) I don't plan to, ( as if it's truly so lighthearted a thing. but the gravity of the eulogy still hangs over him, and the grin fades now 'til it's nearly gone. ) Huaisang, ( he says, a note more serious even than the comment about his shijie. ) I don't know what you've heard, but I'm not-... Off starting some demonic sect in the Burial Mounds or whatever it is they're saying, and I don't want to fight anyone. ( because if nie huaisang is going to declare him a friend even in death, wei ying can't help but burn with the sudden urge to make sure that he knows at least some form of the truth. )