Over and over and over again. Mingjue knows this, otherwise he'd toss his stubborn fool of a brother off that way and hope it's enough!

The retort has him snort before releasing Huaisang's arms to finally dry those damp cheeks. Easier to focus on cleaning his brother's face than those painful words.

"You saw how my temper was growing shorter," he murmurs. "How erratic I was becoming. You saw where I expected to go, and why. That is our family's fate, our tradition. You must be strong for our people."