On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

"Mn," he says again, and he manages to pack considerable understanding into that customary understated syllable. He barely even likes to directly ask Magnus to talk, or anyone else. It is almost always easier for him with the people in his life who volunteer information freely. Wei Ying kept everything inside once, but he doesn't anymore. Spurred to sudden honesty, he admits, "When it is like that, I want to leave. I would have, once."