Xiao, Adeptus Xiao. Howls in his ears, life of utter karma and self destructing swirling within his head. Madness that he begs to not be shown, for that would show weakness. Weakness, in which something you could discard him over just like every other had done before you.

Words, something he doesn't usually utter. Thoughts, things he wishes you had about him. Love, a feeling. A feeling he begs for you to have for him too.

Whatever it is you want from him, he will do it.

Perfectly.