Nothing matters besides holding his Zichen. He had checked and re-checked the lines he had drawn and he is certain they are correct. Now they just have to hold onto their hope...and their faith. Xingchen whispers encouragement as the light brightens, smiling tearfully when he feels that first breath...and that beating heart!

"Breathe slowly, love. In...and out..." he matches his breathing to Zichen's to help him, a hand dropping to rub over his soulmate's back, "Your heart will slow, but just because it's calm."

Not because it has ceased to beat. Never again. Xingchen pulls back too and gasps at the lovely color on Zichen's cheeks. He kisses those cheeks and finds them warm. Blessedly, wonderfully warm!

"Zichen... My Zichen."