[They have worked together on taming his wilder impulses and as he lays on the ground, recovering, Xue Yang feels...guilty. If - no when - Xingchen sees his little stunt, he will be sick with worry. Growling, he rolls himself onto his side, pivoting himself on his elbow before he struggles to his feet. Brushing his hair back, he waves a hand, manipulating the rotting corpse back into its grave.
No, he didn't kill the person.
He just made use of what was left of them.
The soil is placed back over the body with a shovel and then he, with his shovel, treks back home. He is wary about entering the building and he slips off his boots before he tiptoes inside.]
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No, he didn't kill the person.
He just made use of what was left of them.
The soil is placed back over the body with a shovel and then he, with his shovel, treks back home. He is wary about entering the building and he slips off his boots before he tiptoes inside.]
A-Chen? Are you home?
[Why is everything so shiny and neat?]