[He figured as much.] And no one will care or remember the good things I did, or that they should be attributed to me.

[What was even the point of it all then? Would it have been better to be as blatantly blasphemous as Wei Wuxian had ended up being? Or his own father? Hell, they barely spoke of Wen Ruohan anymore either.

Wei Wuxian’s last statement is a surprise, though a mildly pleasant one, and he regards the other man with a quiet thoughtfulness. After a moment he lowers his gaze and bows his head, this time more seriously and with none of the traces of mockery from before.] ...Thank you.

I am... [He trails off, not entirely sure how to explain what it is he’s doing here. Reforming?] Attempting something new, here in this world.