Mingjue rolls the concept around in his head and doesn't come up with anything as startling or stunning as the first idea that the only people he's responsible for here are the handful he chooses to be. It's a very strange absence of weight that comes with that thought, along with a gnawing sensation that he's missing something.

"I think I know who I am," Mingjue says. "It's what to do about it that I'm worried about."

But Xichen is leaving.

"Oh. Xichen—" He doesn't stop him, doesn't...quite pick up on the fact that it's their topic that pushed him to flee the room. So he looks at A-Yao in askance. "Breakfast over?"