"I heard Wen Ning speak of him today, at breakfast," Zenigata says, rolling over this new perception of the boy Wei Wuxian was, and his relationship with this many-named young man. "He spoke of this-- Hanguang-Jun. Said he was as pretty as a jade statue, but cold and uncaring. He liked rules, and that was all. There's no passion to him. Just law."

He wriggles around, now out of booze, and fishes up a cigarette and lights it. He takes a drag and exhales into the open air.

"Said he was quite stiff, and unfriendly," Zenigata continues, letting the cigarette smolder a moment between his fingers. "But it sounds like he's soft around the right people. I'd say he trusts you implicitly. That he feels safe enough to show you where he's soft and kind. Those are the sort of things that stir a man's heart but also open them to hurt. He probably doesn't share them with just anyone."

From the pigtail perspective, if sounds like an admiration started on one side -- likely Wei Wuxian's -- but grew reciprocation from this Han-whatever, Lan Wangji, whatever these complex names might be. Or maybe this powerful fighter found a match and didn't know how to deal with it? He's not sure -- young love was damned complicated, and he was sure as hell glad he wasn't twenty anymore.