Xiang Yu walked out of the medical bay, his steps heavy and his eyes devoid of their usual spark. He had never imagined that he would become such a person in this world.
He never thought he would be such a heartless being who would hurt Han Xin and make him miserable. He turned the corner and stepped into the dark shadow in the passageway. He slouched against the cold, wall, looking like his entire world had shattered.
Hex despite being excited for their new friendship, it didn't dare disturb him. It could sense its master's distress, which was startling. Since when had Xiang Yu felt empathy for anyone, let alone been distressed about Han Xin? The thought gnawed at Hex, almost frying it's complex code. The only reasonable explanation it could come up with was that Xiang Yu's soul had been replaced but the probability was 0.0000001.
