[He remembers the night before, pointing at the framed picture. Yours. How terrible it must feel to be Lu Bixing in this very moment, fresh off of a night spent in his own apartment surrounded by all the people he cares for, all the ones that are his, only to wake up and find one of them gone.
...Gods. That was what Lin had done to him, too, wasn't it? Put him to sleep and —]
Don't go.
[More emphatically, this time. Or at least as emphatically as he can, as tired and injured as he is.]
Stay here. Wherever you're going to go run off to — stay with me.
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[He remembers the night before, pointing at the framed picture. Yours. How terrible it must feel to be Lu Bixing in this very moment, fresh off of a night spent in his own apartment surrounded by all the people he cares for, all the ones that are his, only to wake up and find one of them gone.
...Gods. That was what Lin had done to him, too, wasn't it? Put him to sleep and —]
Don't go.
[More emphatically, this time. Or at least as emphatically as he can, as tired and injured as he is.]
Stay here. Wherever you're going to go run off to — stay with me.