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{He looks like a shell of a man, pale and perfect, but...empty. Nearly empty. This is what happens when someone is used and used for years on end without a shred of gratitude or genuine affection thrown into the mix. And now...}

The thread that joins us has snapped. {Xie closes his eyes, privately mourning, before he focuses on the network, sharp and alert.} I am interested if anyone recognizes me?

{Or is this truly a new beginning? The Glazed Armor hangs heavy around his neck and he wants to laugh...and cry.}

What good are names anymore? I could call myself anything...

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[ Zishu hesitates as well, but then rolls his eyes just a little and keeps hold of Xie, silently inviting the man in. If Kexing gets upset about it...he'll deal with that then. But Xie is actively trying to help, which is points in his favor. ]

Kexing arrived just after I did. It's only been a few days since then.

[ He doesn't move for the bedroom though, choosing instead to head for the comfortable couch. ]

{The stubborn hold has him stumbling over the threshold. When nothing awful befalls him, he begins to look around curiously. What sort of home do these men like? What can that tell him about them?}

You are always together. {He watches Zishu sit and decides to do likewise, choosing a chair instead of the couch.} He protects you a great deal.

[ Stumbling yes, but Zishu doesn't let him fall. And no, no trap is sprung. The apartment is kept tidy and clean, well-aired and lit, though there are little hints of the occupants. He sinks into the couch with a little sigh and swiftly settles cross-legged, then focuses as he makes quick, sharp motions, ending with back straightening and hands slowly pushing down to rest, hovering a little over bent knees.

Better. His eyes remain closed as he listens. ]

Often. Not always. We protect each other - that is how we've been since we met.

{There is another difference. When he is caught and steadied, he stares at Zishu, baffled. Zhao Jing had never. Of course the man had depended on him to catch him when he was drunk or upset, but he never returned the favor.

Xie sits on the chair loosely, quiet as his host...relieves pain? It's difficult not to worry, though he pushes away that emotion roughly.}

Have you ever asked yourself why?

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[ Letting someone who's helping fall is not something Zishu wishes to do.

Fifteen minutes to fully settle the nails back to where he can pretend they're not there. Xie hasn't attacked him - has even gone out of his way to help. So he decides to offer this bit of trust.

The question brings a flash of a grin to his lips though. ]

Why do we help each other? Or why have I allowed myself to be at peace for the last years of my life?

{Attacking someone who is actually treating him like a human being seems counter-productive. Xie isn't a mindless monster - nor does he particularly like all of the things he has been asked to do. Forging a new life doesn't sound so bad, though he doesn't know what to do with the sickening ache of loss - and what could have been - in his heart.}

The first. I would want to be at peace too.

[ Zishu might attempt to help, if he's told of this pain. But is there much help to be had? He's struggled with it himself. Only Kexing has really helped.

He sighs a little, then turns his mind to thinking of the answer. ]

It's difficult to put into words. It's more...instinct. No matter the fights or arguments, I find I only want to help him. Support him. And he only wants to keep me safe.

{This is a pain he must overcome. Until he can do so, all he can do is endure. Friendship will help and Zhou Zishu is an excellent role model for him.}

What if...you wanted to support him and keep him safe, but he didn't feel the same way about you?

[ Just continue to be sweet, Xie~ ]

I was more reluctant than he was. From the beginning he kept following me, finding ways to 'bump into me'. I would have been content to deny myself his company if he hadn't.

{He caresses the scorpion embroidered on the front of his robe absently.}

He gave me most of what I wanted except for the thing I cherished above all. It sounds like Wen Kexing has devoted himself to you. I'm glad that's possible.

[ His eyes slowly open and he lets out another breath as he relaxes from the strict healing pose. One leg drapes down while the other gets tugged closer to his chest, one arm stays draped over it. ]

I'm sorry.

[ As for Kexing...Zishu nods. ]

That is what one's life goal should be. To find their soulmate, and walk at their side no matter what. Even if that time ends up being a day, or a year.

{Xie doesn't know what to do with genuine empathy and it makes him shift nervously. Biting his lip, he considers that goal and...yes. He wants that. He has always wanted that. Or...to be loved and accepted by someone.}

Does everyone have one?

[ Perhaps it's easier with Zishu not looking directly at him? Not that Zishu is oblivious to every move Scorpion makes. ]

I don't know. I only know that sometimes it takes a lifetime to find them.

{Even if he isn't looked at, this is a lot for Xie to digest. He has been raised in a bad environment and being treated like a human is...new. And amazing.}

I don't want to make the same mistake.

[ He knows how it feels to be stared at. But a glance, here and there, checking to see the impact of words - that's easier. ]

Mm. [ He understands that too. ]

I can't make you let go of your fear. But if you are serious about changing, and learning what it means to be happy... [ A glance, this time steady on Scorpion's face for effect. ] As I think you are.

I can try and help steer you from those who might make you repeat that mistake.

{He knows if he doesn't let go of Zhao Jing, he might as well bury himself with the man. If there is hope for something better, he wants to experience it. But the idea is frightening. He has lived in a cage since he was a child.}

You would...do that for me?

[ Change is usually frightening. ]

I would do it for almost anyone wanting to change. Those who show promise in their efforts in changing.

{How can Zishu think that way? How can he be that generous?}

I want to learn more about you. I've never met someone who thinks like you do.

[ He takes a deep breath, holds it, then lets it slowly out. Then chuckles shortly, head dropping a little as he looks down. ]

You know where to find me. You know what you want to do, even if you don't know how to go about doing it. You're smart. You'll learn about me as we go.

{Xie fights with himself before pushing himself onto his feet. He sits down beside Zishu and reaches, hesitantly, for his hand.}

Zhou Zishu, I need a guide. I'm not too proud to say that. If you will aid me, I will help you all that I can. I'm not a monster, though I have done monstrous things.

[ Zishu looks up, head moving just enough so he can see. But he doesn't flinch away from Scorpion - he figures if the other wanted to hurt or even kill him...he would have already. He lets his hand be taken, listening. ]

I will help you however I can. We have both done horrible things. I have my reason and way for changing with me. You just need to find yours.

{He has no desire to attack. Zishu has now taken a special place in his heart and he is one of the few that Xie will outright refuse to raise a finger against.}

I remember stories about your leadership. You've changed.

If you can do it, I can too.

Aah. Decisive and cruel. Yes. That is what I was for Prince Jin.

And how I am with myself. [ His punishment to leave is evidence enough.

Zishu nods and gently squeezes Scorpion's hand. ]

Your...loss. That is your point to change. Your desire to change your name. Have you chosen one yet?

Liu Xie. {He returns the squeeze, gripping Zishu's hand. He feels like he can breathe easier, knowing he isn't completely alone.}

Do you remember Liu Qian Qiao?

Liu Qian Qiao... [ He thinks a moment, head tilting. ]

Beauty Ghost. Yes. Was she a friend?

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