[Xiao looks up sharply at Lessa, simply upon hearing the title of “Rex Lapis” uttered for the first time by another since his arrival. How odd. He hadn’t thought himself capable of being homesick, and yet…this feeling in his chest, it tightens like a screw—yet it’s a fond kind of pain that’s almost permissible. Thoughtful, he only offers a silent nod to concede the young man’s first point, choosing not to pursue it further.]

Don’t concern yourself with my suffering, [he says shortly, manner utterly brusque. It comes off more rude than he intends; Xiao simply does not wish for a stranger to be caught up in what he believes to be a burden only suited for himself.] And I’m not here to ask anything from Rex Lapis.

[The idea is too much. Zhongli has already given him everything—his life and freedom, for one. His purpose, for another. The former Archon deserves a chance to enjoy retirement.]

…No, that’s not completely true. [Frowning, he reconsiders.] I’d like to hear from him, just…to know that he’s safe. That Liyue is safe. They say that my world is destroyed, but—

[But how can that be? How can any higher power achieve such a feat when Rex Lapis, when the Seven, when Celestia all exist?]

…You can’t help me, but thanks. Are you… [He struggles to find the word.] …a philanthropist of some kind?