Xingchen has noticed, and he thinks he has some idea about who it may have caused it specifically - he suspects he should have a chance to talk with his other self, as well, about it - but letting Zichen decide when and how to talk about thigs is better than trying to prod him into it.
When the question comes, he tilts his head slightly. Considers.
Then lets out a soft breath.
"A few who came to mean something to me here." And Zichen, twice. But he doesn't need to repeat that. "Not... many, but at the same time, it feels like too many. But they... are hopefully in a place better for them."
He can't imagine it gets easier. This is the first friend he made in this place (outside of knowing Xingchen). Zichen has never made friends easily, it wasn't his nature to be easy to talk with or very approachable.
"My friend Henry has gone." Friend might be a little bit of an understatement, but true nonetheless. Whatever else Henry may have been to Song Lan, he was a friend first.
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When the question comes, he tilts his head slightly. Considers.
Then lets out a soft breath.
"A few who came to mean something to me here." And Zichen, twice. But he doesn't need to repeat that. "Not... many, but at the same time, it feels like too many. But they... are hopefully in a place better for them."
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"My friend Henry has gone." Friend might be a little bit of an understatement, but true nonetheless. Whatever else Henry may have been to Song Lan, he was a friend first.