At least he hasn't raised a hand to try and punch Wei Wuxian yet, which, in his terms, is something to be proud of. It would be so easy to just let himself fall into his anger and his guilt and not even be able to speak - but he's trying. He remembers the moment of a thumb against the tears on his cheek and he can't quite find the same bite that he was accustomed to.

Still, the fact that Wei Wuxian's mind immediately goes to pain... He can't be shocked at that, can he? Not with the threats to break his legs coming in hot and fast. All he can do is let his eyes drag over him, letting his glare settle into something comfortable and familiar, before he crosses his arms and lifts his head, trying to find the same steely gaze that Madam Yu once had.

It never works with Wei Wuxian.

"I'll listen, but nothing annoying better come out of your mouth." There's no Sandu, at least, and as easy as it would be to whip Wei Wuxian with Zidian... He remembers too much right now with the ghosts of his past literally haunting him. "What do you have to say? Tell me."