[ if there's a modicum of surprise, a slight widening of his eyes, perhaps it's a trick of the light. still: from ensuring that the wounded is safely relocated, medical assistance a security granted to them, to returning a pilfered toy to a child — xiao is softer than he seems. even now, when he can easily abandon shoyo, let him venture the trader boats on his own to deal with the ugly sight of permeating death once more — ]
Someone like me is nothing more than a stranger to you. What makes you so sure?
[ xiao does not wait for a reply; after all, they can walk and talk, saving time.
he enters through the butchered doorway, peering through every little opening he passes by. every now and then, xiao will raise his left arm, his billowing sleeve obscuring the view of what's within specific rooms, lowering it only when shoyo moves away. ( and if the young man does catch a glimpse or two: there are dead bodies, mutilated and otherwise, with blood splattered along the walls like some off-putting rorschach test. ) ]
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Someone like me is nothing more than a stranger to you. What makes you so sure?
[ xiao does not wait for a reply; after all, they can walk and talk, saving time.
he enters through the butchered doorway, peering through every little opening he passes by. every now and then, xiao will raise his left arm, his billowing sleeve obscuring the view of what's within specific rooms, lowering it only when shoyo moves away. ( and if the young man does catch a glimpse or two: there are dead bodies, mutilated and otherwise, with blood splattered along the walls like some off-putting rorschach test. ) ]