pc for xiao

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How do you think I've lived this long?

[ Xiao has felt his stubbornness firsthand through memories, after all.

He sighs, stretching out his legs as Xiao continues to go through his pain. ]

Would you like some background music?

[plunges]

...Do what you'd like.

[ He puts his face in his hand. He doesn't have it in him to tell Wei Wuxian otherwise. ]

[diabolizes]

[ Wei Wuxian takes out his flute and starts to play. The haunting quality that's usually present in his playing simply isn't there. ]