He knows his brother had waited before coming out. Some of the memories are a little fractured as they figure out their place. So much time. So much pain and misery.

Jinmi's tea and the herb she'd grown for him has helped his headache though. Eventually he sighs and opens his eyes to glance at Runyu. For a brief moment he'd wondered if he'd feel a return of that hatred, of the feeling of deep betrayal.

No.

"Ge," he murmurs in greeting. To start.

One way to continue, to make it clear he knows... is to mention remembering his son. But would that be cruel?

Breath huffs out and he shakes his head, hanging it for a moment.

"When you first arrived, did you remember everything? Or did it take a while for the worst of it to come back to you?"