The arms around him are welcome and he breathes softly into Jingyi's chest feeling, if not safe, at least encircled, protected by his arms.

It was hard to accept. Hard to fathom that his king was dead, his friends were dead, people he didn't even know but who were allies of Lord Gyousou were dead. Because of him.

"I can't..." He shook his head. "I have to keep going." Because he had been left with no other choice. "But..."

There was too much.