[Xiao Xingchen expected such a response, just as soon as he spoke. Still, thinking that far ahead feels impossible, the future an incomprehensible idea as the world still spins around him, forcing himself to breathe to not fall unconscious again. Should he take back his words before he goes? But if he does, could he dare to indulge Xue Yang any more than this? Just how much of himself does he want to give up for non-living things, and people who will never stay injured or die while they're here?
He can't—he mustn't close off his heart, but he can't think at all, and he doesn't know if it's a selfish instinct to protect himself, or if all this time in this island has been him trapped inside a nightmare that disguised itself so well, or—
He opens his mouth to respond, but if he managed to keep his voice stable before, it'll surely sound as if it's shaking loose the tears forming at the corners of his eyes now. All that comes out is a faint, pathetic sob, the rough sensation left from the rope forming the last barrier for the answer that he doesn't have.
Swallowing, he pushes past the door and continues on his way out of the store.]
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He can't—he mustn't close off his heart, but he can't think at all, and he doesn't know if it's a selfish instinct to protect himself, or if all this time in this island has been him trapped inside a nightmare that disguised itself so well, or—
He opens his mouth to respond, but if he managed to keep his voice stable before, it'll surely sound as if it's shaking loose the tears forming at the corners of his eyes now. All that comes out is a faint, pathetic sob, the rough sensation left from the rope forming the last barrier for the answer that he doesn't have.
Swallowing, he pushes past the door and continues on his way out of the store.]