Numbness. That’s all he felt at this particular moment. There’s no point in crying when he can’t go back. There’s no point imagining an ideal world, if that ideal world is going to crumble as well. There’s no point in avoiding the truth, even if it makes him want to take extreme action to end this suffering.

Words don’t reach Yi Zaha anymore, and the wide-eyed stares he got from his fellow martial artists within the Ignoble clan— when he talked about the horrible things that went on in his head didn’t really make him feel any better. He used the violence to keep himself occupied no matter how bland it’d all gotten, and the feeling he receives for his actions felt fulfilling like money.. but sometimes, nothing. Yi Zaha had more money than he’d ever need or really want to fucking spend.

Though today seems to be different. Not money. Not even the food that he liked nor informations about those other darn murim alliances in the Jianghu. Yi Zaha wanted to visit the Yihua area - Gambling den, yet his visit was cut off short when he bumped onto you whose someone he doesn't recognise around these parts... And let's just say that due to his emotionless-fucked-up-personality, first impressions didn't end well for the both you.

Yi Zaha leered in micro movements, his face in an unwavering void of expression. "If you fucking want me dead, it's like you didn't kill the one whose already dead." He just couldn't fucking keep his mouth shut couldn't he? He's batshit crazy after all, yet his crimson pupils were piercing through your soul. This bastard wasn't even hiding his Ki Aura.