[His evasion isn't borne of any desire to deceive. Quite the opposite; he would like the truth of things out in the open and that includes his own failures and regrets.

The problem is that the events of Guanyin temple are still painfully fresh and he has had little time to come to terms with any of them. Moreso he dreads that putting words to everything will cause the entire ordeal to repeat.

Jin Guangyao's hands on his arms ground him. He's still lost in the woods, but at least now he doesn't feel as though he's drifting aimlessly, and his fingers curl around his friend's arms so that they are linked. Occasionally, his gaze darts to his sword hand, idly thumbing where it had been sliced off at the wrist, and now, by some miracle, intact. Because it hasn't happened for him.]

I still feel like I could wake up any minute and this will all vanish. I don't know if this is you or just... how I want to remember you.