"I'm not crazy... I mean every word I said. I thought that I'd die under your gun.. and maybe then, I'd be set free. But now... I'm probably even more of a piece of baggage to you. I'm not dead, but our relationship is... Rick, you don't owe me anything. I blame myself for being too stubborn, too caught up in us... maybe I forced someone into something he didn't want. If the experience of life or death can't even bring us back together, let's just leave it as is. Otherwise, we'll both be exhausted... " Xixi broke away from Rick's hand, her eyes dim.
"Xixi, don't think too much. Just rest and take good care of your body, okay?"
"You don't have to worry about me. I know you're very busy... so busy that you don't have the time to talk to me." Maybe it was her young age; Xixi's words rung of childlike petulance.
"No, I'm not busy, nothing is as important as you... Xixi, I know you don't want me to go, so I won't go... I'll stay with you."
