[ There is nothing he can say to ease Jin Guangyao's heart or ego, only holding his hand as the other man speaks of his murdered son, unwanted sexual acts, and retaining some mental fortitude after everything. Xichen listens, patient and quiet throughout until asked about himself so he needn't focus on Jin Guangyao's pain and throw it into stark relief again. It seems he keeps pressing on a bruise.

His smile is hollow this time, eyes empty of concern. ]

I don't care what happens to my body, it only houses my soul. The latter feels like it is gone, or that I don't know myself anymore, so I couldn't be hurt in any way that counts.