[One of his hands moves from his own cup to rest on top of one of the other's. His hand feels very solid, but its weight is gentle. The cold anger in his eye is anything but that, though.]
It isn't your fault, Xie Lian. Whatever you did there...wasn't because you wanted to.
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[One of his hands moves from his own cup to rest on top of one of the other's. His hand feels very solid, but its weight is gentle. The cold anger in his eye is anything but that, though.]
It isn't your fault, Xie Lian. Whatever you did there...wasn't because you wanted to.