Sometimes a man's old enough to know his own mind, even if his brother worries, even if his family are living in exile in a mass grave, even if the boy he's set on is an unstable necromancer who could kill them all. Even if he has a history of making dubious choices.
A vignette.
Wei Wuxian, pining in the Burial Mounds.
Tfw you think of a great fic title out of the blue, but then realise that the kind of story it would fit is Too Sad to Write. Not!fic, archived from Twitter.