He finds himself watching that finger, trying to focus on what the hell Wuxian was saying. Fortunately, in a manner of speaking, it is horrifying enough so that at least he gets the gist of it. He isn't sure whether or not he's happy he hadn't gotten any abilities or depressed about it. It seems the only memories he had were of misery and death.


All of his own making.

"Maybe it will go away when we figure it all out." If he sounds distracted it's only because he is. He lifts his hand finally and places it over Wuxian's just to stop it moving. It's not quite filling the requirement and his hand trembles for more, but for now this is enough.