[ Xichen blinks slightly. That's. Still complicated to hear, but it makes his chest warm all the same. He inclines his head, slightly, fully aware of the bitter irony. The one who would try to live, through everything, and at any cost, time and again, dead; the one who sees no sense in living one, alive.

And yet, here he is, warmed by the words.

How weak is he, in the end...

Still, it is honest to respond so: ]

Thank you.

As to Daozhang... let him settle a little from the grief of a second loss. But truth, within reason, might be a good path. So long as it is honesty, rather than a tool wielded but to achieve a goal.