[ Perhaps Xiao should be more upset with Beel, but like all the other killers, they had their reasons. ... He assume so, anyway. It really always boils down to who loves who in the end, and Xiao won't pretend he's above it. If he was, he wouldn't have voted for himself. He wouldn't be feeling like he failed to protect one of his own.
He closes his eyes, gently presses his forehead against the bars blocking them from getting any closer.
He caves.
Xiao's shoulders hitch, and he lets out a stifled hiccup. He closes his eyes as they well up with tears, for the first time that Beel's seen – but it'd be the third time for Xiao, today. The third time that he's shed tears in centuries.
What he wouldn't give to bring Nona, Zelkov, and Alice back. What he wouldn't give to save Beel from this living nightmare. ]
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He closes his eyes, gently presses his forehead against the bars blocking them from getting any closer.
He caves.
Xiao's shoulders hitch, and he lets out a stifled hiccup. He closes his eyes as they well up with tears, for the first time that Beel's seen – but it'd be the third time for Xiao, today. The third time that he's shed tears in centuries.
What he wouldn't give to bring Nona, Zelkov, and Alice back. What he wouldn't give to save Beel from this living nightmare. ]