[He's talked about her before—to Itachi, to Gwen, to Doctor McCoy and a handful of others, but it's nothing like talking to Sizhui who had known and loved her once. It's different with Sizhui, heavier and more meaningful all at once. He doesn't skimp on any details either, immediately launching into memories of their time in the Burial Mounds. He talks about the good for the most part, about their bickering over which vegetables to plant, and the time she'd taken care of his lotus pond for a week because the resentful energy had him in bed for that long. He talks about her strength and her humor, and how she was one of the best people he'd ever known.

He talks too about how her face would sometimes soften when she took a-Yuan by the hand and told him stories—usually playful cautionary tales on how not to end up like his Xian-gege. He talks about how much she loved Sizhui as everyone had loved him.

It's cathartic and heartbreaking and wonderful, but he's careful to watch Sizhui's expressions to make sure it isn't too much.]

I'm so grateful I had her in my life. She loved so fiercely. [He grins, his heart aching but in a way that doesn't sting the way it used to.]

And she was the best damn doctor who ever lived. She saved me more than once, and in more ways than one.