"Justice for what?" Wei Wuxian slides his slick hands into Lan Zhan's hair, gently massaging the cleansing gel into his scalp. "There's no point to such things here. Either someone cooperates with me and we work together to keep this sanctuary, or they go out into the wastelands and fight for survival. I don't know of other sanctuaries like mine, but I don't know how large the demon realms are. If there are other tribes out there, they are unreachably far beyond too many powerful monsters."

His hands are gentle and steady as he massages. This isn't something he's ever done for another person, but it feels natural now. Lan Zhan belongs to him.

"If you gather up enough resentful energy, there's a possibility that you can tear open the fabric between the realms and escape. That's why you'll sometimes see demons like me who have emerged into your realm. But there are enormous monsters out in the wastes who also gather up resentful energy, and their most powerful source of it is from the tainted humans like myself and the others. They feast hungrily. Sometimes they rampage. Twice I've turned back savage attacks from things too horrible to describe."

He takes his hand away and rinses his fingers. "Rinse."