Shang Beida runs his fingers through Casper's hair, hoping it's comforting. "I'm not upset at you, baobei. I don't want you to hate yourself, but I know perfectly well that saying that doesn't make it stop, and trying to, what, bully it out of you? That wouldn't do absolutely anything useful even if I was inclined to, which I'm not, I don't want to be mean to you. But 心爱, bad things do happen to good people. Not everything is... it's not a balance. You don't get bad back in like, the exact whatever you did it in, or the world wouldn't be full of like, billionaire CEOs and shit. They'd all start spontaneously bleeding from the eyes or something. Um. Fuck. I did not mean to get sidetracked, sorry. You're not... it isn't your fault. You didn't choose to be born to parents who-- sorry, baobei, but they suck and they're awful to you and I don't like them and no child deserves that. I mean I think especially not you but that's just because I'm biased because I really, really like you. I think you deserve good things and I... want to give you good things. I want to be good things for you? I want you to be happy."