Zishu is angry and hurt, but even in this state, he can't stand to see Kexing crumble. He lets go of those limp arms and drags the other man into his arms, offering his lap as a place to perch. It feels good to hold him; to know his body isn't in pieces somewhere, ravaged by men who are following an evil fool.

"Shhh..." he is the master, the teacher, and he won't let someone he loves suffer, "It's done. I'm relieved you're alive."

Any world without Wen Kexing isn't complete.