"Hm? You did. And your brother did. I got better. Daozhang Xingchen got upset and ran away." Cue pout. Big big pout.

Xue Yang plays with the bottle a bit, moving it back and forth between his hands. Never idle. Never quite still. It makes him a horrible patient when wounded, Zichen has had to sit on him on more than one occasion to keep him from over doing it.

"And I haven't killed or hurt anyone here. I help keep everyone safe. Daozhangs Song and Xiao are here now and keep a close eye on me." Not that they really need to. Just the thought of upsetting either man makes his stomach churn.