[He wants to whine, "do as I say not as I do" but as his gaze catches sight of the floating doll again he finds it hard to say the words. And the little sweet kiss, so gentle, quiet and Xiao-like is hard to argue with.

The truth is, Venti doesn't know when he should try to let go. He's carried the memory of his lost friend for so long. If he lets go... Would the memory of his heart also fade?

"See the world on my behalf, to the heavens may you fly."]

Maybe when all is said and done.

[He knows that's vague... But then he opens his eyes and looks up at his dear yaksha.]

Although, I'm not forgetting that some healing has patched my lonely heart. It's not all running, I promise.