He just listens for that moment, listens to his sworn brother telling him these crazy things. Only he is undeniably some kind of monstrous thing now, however mild the changes.

Jin Guangyao looks up at him with a little but of pained expression again, maybe just a little hint of tear in his eyes. Really, are you going to talk about going home when he said his final round of 'fuck you's goodbyes with his dying breath, before Mingjue's corpse snapped his neck like a twig? Really? How lucky for you, to be able to think these things, that it might be a choice at all.

And...

Still with their hands clasped, Lan Xichen can feel Jin Guangyao's hands tighten, just a little. "Brother, what do you mean by losing control?"