"...Oh." He'll accept that as his answer. "My soul. It shattered." Because of him and he couldn't handle it. The both of them couldn't. "But you wanted to put me back together, but you couldn't. Your cultivation can't."

There's no anger that comes forth. There's no judgement. He sounds detached as if it happened to someone else. But he is curious as to what happened after his death. Brief sad life as that was. "And A-Qing and Song Lan? Do you know what happened to them?"