[He did this to him, his strong Er-ge was made of jade after all, and he broke him. He lets go of his hand and squeezes him tightly, burying his face into his neck.]

Er-ge no. You can’t talk like that. Is that the example you want to set for Sizhui? Would he not worry about his beloved Bobo who raised him until his A-die was well enough?

Your soul is not gone, I feel it in there, I have seen it in your eyes. It feels like it because of all the pain. But we have time to work through it and piece it back together. Your body, your heart and soul all matter the universe to me.

I know I am the reason for this. Please let me help fix it. Please. I’ll be happy to give my body so you don’t have to, Er-ge. Please.