[ Jin Ling makes a frustrated face and then grabs the second bottle, too, tossing both back behind him. They shatter on the floor, sending shards skittering across, the alcohol sprayed like a blood trails from a wound. ]

Fuck Wei Wuxian!

[ He says it emphatically, sharply, letting grief and longing make it all that much more pointed. He kneeled down, grabbing his uncle’s hands and gripping them in his own, staring fiercely up into his Uncle’s face. ]

Is he what this is all about?? He doesn’t deserve it! You don’t need him! We did just fine before, when it was just the two of us!!