He would never give him poison! Xingchen perches himself on the side of Zishu's bed and helps him hold the cup steady.

"Sip slowly." he murmurs, paling at the mention of A-Xing, "No, he had no choice in the matter. He waits for you in your world."

There is comfort in imagining Zishu and Kexing reunited. He sighs and pushes his own sense of loss to the back of his mind. Kexing had been good to him and special seeing as he was...technically...Xingchen's first.

"I'm glad you came." he dabs at the blood on Zishu's lips, "This is your home too."