Wen Ning nods. While looking at the man on the other end of the line causes his stomach to twist up into all sorts of uncomfortable knots it's still nice that he'll actually speak to him. It hardly feels real, like he's fallen asleep in front of his device and is dreaming up this whole scenario.

"It's... a lot." There's not much else he can say about his troubles here aside from that. He feels like there isn't enough room in his brain for all this extra knowledge. The scars in the back of his head from those two nails might open back up again and everything he's learned will come leaking out. That's how overwhelming it feels.

"Getting involved with anything political is beyond me right now. I think I'll be keeping to myself." Or, well, keeping close to Wei Wuxian. The first option is probably better for everyone, but the latter is most likely.