Guangyao smiles, but it's not pleasant. "Then why have me here? Why continue to visit me? Do you hope to rehabilitate me? What is your goal, Lan Xichen. It cannot be to simply let me rot and wither here."

He gestures around. "You say I'm not a madman, but what am I to become in a place like this without purpose? I've been working, constantly, continuously, for years, and now I'm dropped here and supposed to do-- What? Rest? Think of my misdeeds I have already confessed to, that have already tormented me for years, until I do become a madman?"

He already feels like he's going insane without answers here. He drops his hands and then rubs a hand over tired eyes. He covers his eyes and tilts his head up, as if trying to contain himself again.

"I thought I knew you so well, but nothing of this makes sense to me."