[ Yan Qing closes his eyes, breathes, and listens. Thinking isn't his strong point. All he can do is feel, and he feels Titus is sincere. If he lets his mind drift, he can almost hear another voice speaking in his place. The word on his back is righteousness — to do what is right no matter the consequences. Even if he and his master were not related by blood, that was the one thing they shared...

But. ]

You're so stupid.

[ Compassion and relief are not the only things Yan Qing feels. He hovers over Titus, eyes still red, yet his mouth pulled into a smile that is neither warm nor friendly. ]

Don't give me that shit. If you want something so badly, why don't you fight for it? You think you're the only one who wants you to live?