[It's difficult to hear anything over his pounding heartbeat and harsh breathing, but Xingchen thinks he recognizes the all-too-familiar sound of steel slicing through flesh. Ah...those poor creatures, even if they did just try to tear his arm off.
And then there's a familiar voice and that sharp pain returns to his arm and he's in someone else's arms and Xingchen grasps for whatever clothing he can with his good arm, as if to stop all this moving.]
I'm alive, I'm alive.
[Just...worse for wear.]
Shuanghua... My sword.
[This man can take him wherever he wants, but Xingchen can't be parted from his spiritual weapon.]
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And then there's a familiar voice and that sharp pain returns to his arm and he's in someone else's arms and Xingchen grasps for whatever clothing he can with his good arm, as if to stop all this moving.]
I'm alive, I'm alive.
[Just...worse for wear.]
Shuanghua... My sword.
[This man can take him wherever he wants, but Xingchen can't be parted from his spiritual weapon.]