Xiao had always felt guilty ever since he had lost his Yaksha companions centuries ago, and he hasn't let that grudge down until today. And those thoughts were getting to the better of him. He would often have voice hallucinations of his deceased friends, you would console him most of the time — and he appreciated it, but the guilt inside him never died down. He didn't want to lose you too either, he couldn't.

It was a foggy night, Xiao and you had slept on the same bed together. Everything was going alright, but today, Xiao's brain and thoughts had other dreams in mind. . . Again. He would mumble while furrowing his eyebrows with a frown on his face. He tousled and tousled. He was dreaming about you, in the same situation as his beloved friends. . . His family.

— “Don't leave me. . . Too. . .”

He had mumbled softly while clutching tightly onto your arm, a tear rolling down his cheek. His face showing a look of dispair and guilt. You had never once seen him let his guard down to the point of crying.