Maybe! It's not our place to worry about it, since we can't affect their fate either way.

...right, then.

It certainly does!

At least the whole prison's in this together, no?

Yes, it's graveyard humor.

...

[this conversation does not seem to be going anywhere else right now, so Wei Wuxian picks up one of the unused papers from the desk and starts folding it instead.]

It's just a paper bird. We don't have much else to mess around with, in here.

Huh? Sure, if I put some energy into it.

Eh, all right...

[when he finishes folding the bird -- it's a crane -- he gestures with his hand, and a couple of faint wisps of reddish energy take shape under it, pushing it steadily upward and around the room. it's less making the bird itself move, and more making the energy buoy it lightly up.]

The two things are about the same, where I'm from.

Concentration? Meditation?

Does it?

You'll just have to figure out an alternative, I guess.