[ It isn't really an answer, sounding more petulant than it did in his head. He knows every bump on that grisly wound, doesn't have to look at it for long; it's the unexpected rage levelled his way that has him faltering, so accustomed to an indifferent corpse that listened whenever he talked.
A whine sticks in his throat, chest aching as it becomes harder to breathe around the distress. ]
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[ It isn't really an answer, sounding more petulant than it did in his head. He knows every bump on that grisly wound, doesn't have to look at it for long; it's the unexpected rage levelled his way that has him faltering, so accustomed to an indifferent corpse that listened whenever he talked.
A whine sticks in his throat, chest aching as it becomes harder to breathe around the distress. ]
Xiao Xingchen.