"You called me zhiji," Lan Zhan insists, his fists so tight now that he's leaving crescents in the meat of his palm with the fore of it. "If that is true, then how can you expect me to sit idly by while you suffer? You reach for this power to defend the Wens -- your cause it is righteous, but--"

There's a crack in his voice as he asks, "--why would you ask me, confidant, soulmate, to watch you suffer and lose yourself? Is it so impossible to think that I stand here, Lan Zhan, only Lan Zhan, and not Hanguang-jun? That I am here following my heart and not the Codes of Lan?"