[Before the war. He knows only a little of Minimus's world and knows that there had been a war, but almost nothing about the causes or the stakes. For a moment shame passes over him for how little he's asked after his friend's world, but he sets it aside for another time. Another time he'll ask Minimus to share more if he's willing, but not now.]

Do you think it's a simple thing to cast fault one way or another? [The question is sincere and his eyes drift to the window in the library overlooking the sky.]

Maybe a part of it was you, and maybe it was circumstances, and maybe it was a dozen other things too.

But I don't think that's who you are anymore, do you? We're friends, aren't we? [He grins.] And you are worth knowing. Do you think I make friends with just anyone? [Despite his overall friendliness, there were precious few Wei Wuxian felt truly close to. It was easy to share drinks and a laugh with someone.

It was a lot harder to share pieces of himself.]