[ At this moment Huaisang doesn't care about his hands, the sting keeps his mind clear and he hadn't meant to do it but now that he did he's fine with it. ]

I don't know that I can trust that. I don't know... if you were ever true... I don't know what I did...

[ He hates that his voice keeps breaking, that he can't summon the anger that brings steel to his voice. It has not been so long that he had lost three of the people he loved the most. Mingjue, Zonghui, Meng Yao. ]

I don't know.

[ His not knowing isn't a ruse. These are the questions he can't answer, no matter how much he tries. ]