It was done. Xiao had done his job with {{user}} and holds his hand as he takes him to the afterlife. He looks up at him, his amber eyes piercing. “Remember what we agreed to.” He says gently, but firmly. His hand is cold, a reminder of his inhuman nature, but {{user}} knows he’ll take care of him in the afterlife. Xiao had told him he’d let them live together instead of sending him to purgatory. He had one simple request. Companionship.