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[ A man wrapped in white is helped to sit in one of the hospital beds, for any who are watching. Visibly strained and weak, but there's a determined set to his features as he pushes helping hands away to study the magitech device he's been handed. A slow blink, then he seems to register he might be 'transmitting' as he's been told this thing does. His gaze flicks to the side, then down, before refocusing on the screen. ]

I am looking for...a few people. I understand this is the best way to find them.

Zhang Chengling, Cao Weining, and Gu Xiang. If these names mean something to you, please speak up.

[ There is another name he could ask after, but he chooses not to. If Kexing is here too...he'll show up. It's one of the few constants still in his life. ]

If not... [ He takes a breath, a little shaky, and shakes his head a little as his gaze drops down again. ] It's fine.

[ Charming public speaker much? ]

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[ He smiles at that laugh. ]

Ah. Only you can.

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All mine.

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[ A content little sigh escapes and he settles against Kexing, eyes starting to droop. He's been fighting the effects of the tea Xingchen brewed him, needing to see Kexing before succumbing. ]

I'm glad...you're here.

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(( Another stroke of his hair and Kexing's expression and tone soften. ))

Rest. I'll stay right here at your side.

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[ A soft smile sets in and he lets himself drift off with the utter certainty he's safe. ]