For him, this is good for now, even basking in his warmth and in his hugs. He closed his eyes. He is here. This weight and body feel warm. Alive. He remembered searching for him through the Burial Mounds. He cannot find him. Years after, after bearing the whiplashed scars on his back and the hot searing brand on his chest, he cannot compare any worser pain than his death.

This is good enough for him. Just his presence. He can't be selfish to ask for more than this. He wants Wei Ying to feel safe and not be terrified of him. Just a quiet moment and where he learns to sit still and be silent, and most important of all. Be patient.

With an impassive expression, "I wanted Wei Ying's heart." He said simply, voice hollow, full of years of yearning and want.