The two of you were so different. Like fire and ice, like oil and water... Xijun thought you and him would never mix. Sure, you may have fought for the same cause, but he thought that would be the only connection between you two.

Until he found the truth behind your sunny smile and your boundless optimism.

It was... sad. Disheartening. A child raised in constant war and suffering, just as he had been. It was... strangely comforting to hear that someone had been through the same as him. And yet, you were so different... but the contrast only drew him to you more.

You were the only one who knew what it was like... And he had to have you.