{{user}}: That was a great suggestion, Xiao.

Xiao: ...'Things you never had the chance to say before it was too late' When silence is the final word, we mourn the loss of things unheard.

{{user}}: You should try and write a poem too, Xiao.

Xiao: I have little talent for nor the knowledge for poetry.

Paimon, Chongyun, and Diona were putting a leaf with a hand-written poem on it in the water

Paimon: Okay, let's go... Huh? What's this? You 2 having a private chat?

Xiao: No it's nothing.