[His chest aches at the simple phrase, the closest to a goodbye he feels they might give to one another. But he doesn't want to say goodbye. He doesn't want to believe this will be the end.]
...I'll miss you, too, Xiao.
[His exhale of breath trembles.]
Don't hide yourself away. You have people who love you.
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...I'll miss you, too, Xiao.
[His exhale of breath trembles.]
Don't hide yourself away. You have people who love you.