"I don't know about any of you," Wei Wuxian says, tone dry, lips curling into a lopsided smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "But I, for one, could use a drink about now."

He can move. He'd also love to forget all this, in the sense of moving past it, but given that Chaos is controlling this world, and this is all Chaos has carried with, is sharing?

A being in grief over a world lost so horrifically, and that's a burden they all carry the knowledge of, along with the wildness of Chaos's grief. Yes, he certainly could use a drink after that.