His eyes follow Wei Wuxian's head down, landing on Wangji's still face, and his breath hitches. The sob catches in his throat and he ruthlessly shoves it back down, locking his grief away in a part of him that he doesn't get to access, at the moment.

He does not have time to fall apart.

Instead he forces himself to focus on Wei Wuxian, on the tension in his body and the edge in his voice.

He doesn't argue, not yet. His voice is gentle as he asks, "Why?"