[Voice] Imagination 22

[ayao]

[He is tired and sad and more beside himself than he would like to admit.]

Xue Yang, answer me.

[That isn't how he wants to begin this broadcast, so he breathes in...and out.]

Has anyone seen Chifeng-Zun? I cannot find him and I know of no ill that has befallen him.

[Now, the part that really hurts.]

Huaisang, Zewu-Jun, I have failed you in not protecting him. I tried.

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Wow...Did not get this notif. Sorry!

[xue_yang]

Interesting meet up choice. I'll be there in a bit.

[It won't really be too long. He was nearby anyway. He makes it into the garden carriage and looks around. He can honestly say he doesn't come here all that often...as in ever.]

It's okay <3

[ayao]

[He had sat with Lan Xichen in the garden and so...

It is where he wishes to be. Meng Yao looks small - smaller than usual - on one of the benches and when Xue Yang is close enough, he tugs on his sleeve.]

You need to stop valuing your life so little.

[xue_yang]

[He plops himself down on the bench.]

What difference does it make what I value it as when dying doesn't matter in this place?

[Not that he wants to die a million times but at least he knows for sure that he will come back at least twice more.]