[ Xue Yang watches the familiar face intently, noting the expressions as they change, however subtle - this is a face he knows better than his own. His heart aches to see the confusion and pain and guilt flash over Xingchen's precious face. Hates himself a little more again, for being the cause. For always being the cause.

He sheaths Jiangzai and dares to approach, settling his blade against his back before reaching for a wrist to give it a gentle tug. ]

Why would I lie? How would I know who he is or what happened if I didn't know him?

[ Just breathing hurts, now, words feel entirely inadequate. ]

He's - Daozhang, he's sorry. Won't you let him tell you that himself?

[ There's so much missing, that should be said, but here, so close to this dark energy, is not the place. ]

We live at the edge of town. There's plenty of room for you.