[ He hasn't - admitted to it. Not once, while he's been here. But that White can resonate on a similar level, he can, maybe, at least say it. Perhaps it'll cut the memory off at the pass? He doesn't know. ]

Guess that's why I'm in Despair. [ After a beat, Ming Yi lolls his head back to look up towards White, where there is something old, dark, and deep before it gets shuttered away. ] I wouldn't go back and stop myself, if I had the choice. But it doesn't change anything.