[ Xiao isn't quite sure what he is thinking or feeling. There's still that little bubble inside of him that he doesn't know what to do with. It's not really an experience that he's felt. Yet those brief moments of a touch had made it - ]

There are no things to see about me. I am who I am.

[ At least this is how he sees it. ]

Can you "know me better" when you have witnessed more than anyone else has?