All ingredients are placed either in a pot to cook or set to the side for use later. Then there is nothing for his hands to do except to meekly comfort Mingjue. His fingertips follow the stitching of his sleeve, recognizing, easily, the muscular arm beneath. That arm could crush him without the aid of Baxia.

"I will abstain from music." he faces the other man, his brow furrowed, "The Song of Clarity is meant to bring balance. If I performed it in reverse without you realizing, I caused you chaos. I caused you confusion."

What better way to throw a wrench in the gears? But all for who? Guangshan is the only one who has that hold over him. Had his father made a request?

His stomach curls angrily and he lifts his hand to lay it against Mingjue's cheek, light and warm.

"I will discover the truth and share it with you when I do."