[ There's a soft, sudden inhale, and he rocks back the tiniest bit as though those words were a physical blow. Sixteen years he watched the one person who he wanted to shield from all manner of harm struggle to keep grief and regret from consuming him after Wei Wuxian's loss, and after his return he has seen - he has supported - the lengths that his brother will go to in order to keep Wei Wuxian safe.

And Wei Wuxian thinks himself worth less than a flute, simply because this time, the damage done to him could be fixed. ]

You are what cannot be replaced. Has no one ever told you that your safety is worth more than any object, even a spiritual tool?

[ He tries to make it gentle, to keep the question as soft as he would normally ask something so heavy, but his anger makes it sharper than he would like. ]