[He stays diligently silent as Xiao speaks more and with more wisdom in a few moments than he thinks he's heard from the Conqueror in the entire last week combined. It keeps him focused, and lets the words have their weight in the moment.]
Xiao...
[He can't believe it, and it echoes the same twist that he's used to feeling. It's not your fault. You didn't know. It's in the past. To hear that, when he still remembers the faces, still remembers the fear, still looks at the hole that could have been created just like before...
Again, and again, and again. Is it always going to crumble with him?
...
Still. Xiao's growth shines, and Beel would have to blind not to see it.]
...It's hard, isn't it. When life moves so fast, and leaves everyone else behind. The memories don't get easier.
...
Of course we're friends, Xiao. That was never a question.
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Xiao...
[He can't believe it, and it echoes the same twist that he's used to feeling. It's not your fault. You didn't know. It's in the past. To hear that, when he still remembers the faces, still remembers the fear, still looks at the hole that could have been created just like before...
Again, and again, and again. Is it always going to crumble with him?
...
Still. Xiao's growth shines, and Beel would have to blind not to see it.]
...It's hard, isn't it. When life moves so fast, and leaves everyone else behind. The memories don't get easier.
...
Of course we're friends, Xiao. That was never a question.