XY felt the silence break, even if he couldn't hear it - something was suddenly different. He looked up, and found a woman standing just a few strides away, looking at him with some level of concern.
"Who do you think you-" XY started, standing.
But she held up a hand, stopping him mid sentence, and he felt himself complying on instinct. She was strong. Very strong.
"You're BSSR." XY stated, not a question he needed an answer to.
"You poor thing." She said quietly, eyes moving to the coffin in the room.
XY moved closer to it, summoning Jiangzai to his hand, ready.
"He chose this for himself, but if you'd like to help bring him back..." XY let a grin curl over his lips even as his stomach turned. "I can let you use his fierce corpse."
"Not him - You." BSSR said softly.
"What?" XY asked, brows furrowing.
"You can't bring back that which is not dead. I had hoped to stop this from happening. From him taking another. He'd already taken the other boy. I was trying to keep him away from humans." BSSR said, and as she spoke, XY felt cold.
Like ice had punctured his very soul, a grip around his heart. His breath came out in puffs.
A shadow fell behind him, and the coffin creaked.
"Let him go. He's just a human." BSSR said, and XY was unable to move. But she wasn't talking to him.
"No."
XY hadn't spoken.
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When he was 15, XY was beaten nearly to death by a man who found him in bed with his wife - nevermind the fact that XY had been in bed with him as well in the same bed not long before.
It'd not been the first time he'd nearly died.
He had more scars than he could count and wounds that never stopped hurting, until the pain simply became a background noise in his mind, something that only visited him as he tried to sleep.
Dumped on the side of the road in the woods, there was little hope for him.
It was getting dark, the dogs would come sooner or later to rip him apart - it wouldn't be the first time, XY had seen dogs on the periphery of town, fighting over a small limb. A dead kid, someone who hadn't been as lucky as XY had been to make it this far.