"Those who can't fight. Against those who should know better." Lan Zhan relaxes under the massage, his eyes closing as he listens to the demon lord's beautiful voice. He feels like he could listen to him all day and all night and never tire of him.

"I lost someone." he admits, "I think he was like you."

Someone who would fight monsters and build havens. Someone who wasn't afraid to stand up for what he thought was right. Someone who desperately needed him when he was elsewhere.

Lan Zhan stares at the hand that had once held onto Wei Ying over the gaping chasm.

"I failed him." in a thousand ways. Lowering the hand, he nods at the command and dips his head back into the water, letting the suds drift away from the dark strands of his hair. He stays there, on his back, frowning pensively.

"I don't think you are as tainted as them."

Why would he be so kind? Yes, he was cold in demeanor, but his hands are soft.