[Zhongli gets up too and straightens his coat.] I hope that it does. I make it every so often—its taste is nostalgic.

[It's his favorite, but that's strongly implied. As he steps outside, though, he pauses. That's... not a question he was expecting, and that much is written openly on his face for a moment. Then he clasps his hands behind his back and turns away.

There are many gods in his memories. Most of them died, several by his own hands, some by circumstance. Yet the one that flutters in his mind's eye is Guizhong, because of the glaze lilies they found.]

Rex Lapis. [He looks back at Jusis.] You haven't heard of him, but among his people, he is known as the God of Contracts. He has a perfect memory. He remembers the name of every person he's met, every wine he has tasted, the details of numerous contracts he's supervised and written over the millennia, and even the sailing schedules of every ship that visited his country's port. No one is left to remember him now except me—and you, I suppose.

The difficult thing about history is that it isn't permanent. Histories, though recorded, can still change. Paper falls apart. Even legacies written in stone will eventually crumble, and gods are much the same. They are not infallible, and certainly not immune to the ravages of time.

[He closes his eyes briefly.]

... I never did find a better way of recording the truth.

So I left the history of that world with someone who traversed the stars. I suppose I could entrust it to another 'traveler' once again.

[He smiles a little.]

Good night, Jusis.