"Wei Ying..." he breathes against those lips he could kiss for the centuries the demon lord spoke of earlier. He could kiss them until he too grew horns and talons. Maybe a tail too.

He tells himself he doesn't care that none of it was returned - he had noticed - and he embraces his other half with sorrow tinged, ever so slightly, by joy.

"I'm sorry..." for taking so long, for letting him fall. For not seeing his agony sooner.