Wen Ning's eyes burn, but his worthless tear ducts still refuse to function properly. Unlike the boy's tight grip around him, he wraps his arms around Sizhui's shoulders lightly. He wouldn't want to risk accidentally hurting him, even though he's generally able to keep his strength in check.

"R-right. We will." He'll just have to pay closer attention to everything. Maybe there's a reason that multiple versions of some people are brought on while others aren't brought on at all. And there has to be a reason why some leave when they do. Whether or not he'll be able to learn this reason is another matter.

"As long as you're here, you should always come to me if you need help with anything." There are other options, of course, and Wen Ning won't actually be bothered if the boy goes to them instead.