What beacons?

[ He looks down at Wen Kexing, smoothing a loose strand of hair out of Wen Kexing's face. And then he continues, thoughtful. ]

I think I agree with you. I've had much enough of political intrigue; I killed myself to avoid it, after all.

[ A wry smile, to make his teasing clear. Wen Kezing is drunk enough that he shouldn't mind it too much. ]