"You should sleep brother." Xichen says. 

"I'm fine." I say.

I keep playing. 

"If you're concerned about whether he's dead or not-" Xichen starts.

"I'm fine." I say.

"As you wish." Xichen turns.

I let out a breath. I look down. Wei Ying... where are you? It's strange that there are no traces of him. I look down. I can usually find him... except... when he was thrown into the Burial Mounds. I looked for him constantly, but could I have prevented it? I could've. I would've. I would've been thrown into the Burial Mounds instead of him. I would've traded with him. 

Now he's gone and I don't know where to turn.

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Lan Zhan... are you looking for me?  I really hope you are. I let out a breath. Han Yo's like a leach. He's sucking me and squeezing me. His eyes and hands are always on me. I grip my chest. The wounds on the outside have healed but on the inside new wounds are forming.

 I look up at the moon and I chug another bottle down. I... I... I'm in Hell. I want to tell them I'm alright, but I don't remember some of them. Lan Zhan.... I miss you.