[He snorts, but the wry smile on his face says it all.] It's better you didn't see me like that. You'd never let me out of your sight otherwise.

[How many times can Jing Yuan stand watching his friends die?

And yet that gentle admonishment gets Blade to simmer for a moment. He feels, sometimes, that Jing Yuan is as precise with his words as his movements on a battlefield. A-Xing, he calls him, like a targeted strike on his heart. He feels the lurch, and his lip twists into a frown. For the sake of those dear to you.

It's Blade who breaks eye contact first. He can't really look elsewhere, so he just closes his eyes and sighs, blowing a bit of hair out of his face.]

... You tell me I should take care of myself, but if this is supposed to be a punishment... I might just keep doing it so I can see you again.