Wei Wuxian sobs, and Lan Xichen's mind goes blank. His brother is dead, and the man he just welcomed into his family is breaking in front of him, and there is nothing he can do.

There are, apparently, more people than he'd previously thought who can bring someone back from the dead, but he is not one of them. And he knows, oh, he knows of Wei Wuxian's self sacrificing tendencies, and the desperation shifts, becoming a more crystallized fear.

He reaches back out, pressing his hands over Wei Wuxian's arms - not trying to pull him away, just holding on, too.

"Is whatever you are thinking something that will bring him back?"