"Listen, Morax. I don't care whether humans remember me or know who I am. As long as you remember me, that's enough."
"Liyue is still young. It needs someone to guide it, and you're the best person for the job."
"As for me..." Xiu Yuan gave a bitter chuckle and slowly rested his hand on his mask.
"Rather than have people sing the praises of a masked God who can't show his face, I'd prefer they forget me. It would make things easier for me, too."
"We've known each other for over twenty years now. You wanted to see me beneath the mask when we first met, but since then, you haven't mentioned it even once."
"You know, too, that a mask is simply something used to hide flaws. In these twenty years, you've never once reopened my wounds. That's why I trust you so much. You're a kind person, and I'd be happy to have someone like you lead Liyue forward."
"Besides, isn't it only natural for a big brother to give way to you?"
Hearing Xiu Yuan's words, Morax stared at him with wide eyes.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but swallowed the words before they could leave his lips.
He hesitated, torn over what to say.
"But..."
"They're already close to forgetting even your name..."
"They can forget what you look like, or whether you wear a mask, but they can't forget your name."
"You founded Liyue together with me. What happens if they forget even your name? Wouldn't that mean they'd think I founded Liyue all by myself?"
"Your very existence will be forgotten, big brother. I don't want that to happen. You're clearly the one who contributed the most, yet you're the one people will forget."
Morax's voice trembled slightly, and his