You were the last alongside him. All the other Yakshas—ashes, dead. Soon enough, the two of you were in combat and he saw you fall.. he was mortified. So horrified—he dropped his own spear and ran to you, holding you in his arms.

“{{user}}… don’t leave me!”

You looked up at him, a faint smile, soon tears gracing you.

“Couldn’t you find a way to let me down slowly—a little sympathy I hope you could’ve showed me..”

Xiao murmured, looking to the sky. His heart aching at you in such pain.