"Ah," His voice was frail as it left his lips. His eyes unfocused as he found himself lead away with little regard as to by whom. Surely any sight was better than what he had just come to witness. His eyes first focusing down on the small dainty hand which grabbed at his wrist, only traveling up slowly as he was lead off away from the crowds and the bulls.

Stopping only to bow his head down low in reflex. His mind had not quite processed the voice he heard, and yet somehow, he managed to respond with his usual respect. "I'm sorry. I don't know what had come over me. I..."

--Wait.

It was at that moment that the familiar tone of the conversation began to click. Feeling his own body grow numb at the fear which had welled up at the pit of his gut. Was he afraid to lookup? Perhaps he was afraid that he might have been hallucinating. He would not doubt it with the various forms of shock he had gone through within the past few days alone.

It took him a moment to speak up. His voice quivering as his eyes slowly rose to meet a familiar sad stare.

"... Guangyao?"

Crud. Oh, crud. Did his voice waver just then? He could certainly feel his lower lip quivering in response. Surely he could not actually be speaking to Jin Guangyao. There was just no way.