Xinyi simply stood there and stared coldly as he could see her eyes moving around as she was seeing the vision. The body language he saw upon her seemed to be as if the world around her was intense just then. It was true, since what she had seen is what he had lived. That cold stare he was giving her didn't even change as she finally came too, gasping and falling to the floor; crying harder and harder. He saw pain, emotional and physical. She was betrayed, deceived by her own father and no one ever told her this story. Of course, who would want to tell a story about a war that was ended because a child's life was threatened. Was she the only one in the Kingdom that didn't know? Or did the King leave everyone in the dark?<br/><br/>That's was when he could hear her speaking, saying she was sorry. The smell of salty tears reached his nostrils and he simply let out a so sigh, followed by a partially cough. Wiping the saliva from his lip, he would continue to watch her as she would eventually curl up on the ground. Concern was probably the last thing she would expect from him, but she had just been in his life for a mere fragment of it in a mere few seconds. They'd always say the faster you ripped off the bandaid, the less it would hurt. Well, that was a lie, the main was only muffled by the shock of a sudden movement, not giving the time for the nerves to respond. This was very similar, as she had just taken in so much intensity.<br/><br/>Reaching down, he would promptly grasp her arm as she was curled up on the ground and begin to drag her. Almost like that of a chair, he would lift her with his own momentum, twirl her around with his finger tips as she was airborne, and flop her down hard on the bed.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"A child doesn't pay for their father's sins, but will be taken as payment. He will not be given the same choice as my father was. He will choose his kingdom's people or he will choose himself. Unlike my father, I have yet to have a precious weakness that he can exploit."</span>