Wei Wuxian stays more conversational, inclining his head to Elidibus, the... possessor of Olivia. Roland speaks, and he listens, the smile on his lips polite and considering as his thoughts flow.

He raises his hands again, the same motion: politeness is what it is, and he doesn't agree with this presence's actions, but he can understand some portion of them, something of grieving.

"To call this a show, and an act, this Wei Wuxian does and doesn't understand. If that's what you know if it, if this stage of your crafting is one you know a stage, not a truth, if the people pulled from homes or otherwise and made to play roles in the brief time of this stage's construction... what end do you hope to see?"