Ling Qi did not reply at first, trailing a finger through the water, it felt normal at least. "How old are you Sixiang?"
"How long ago was you're debut party?" Sixiang asked lightly, answering her question obliquely. "Or...it's hard to put it in way you'll get. I have memories way older than that, but 'Sixiang' isn't even a year old. I didn't understand how losing yourself would be scary, after all, all the bits that were you would end up part of something else, and that's fine."
"...You're right. I don't get it," Ling Qi replied slowly. "Why did that change though? ...Did the Bloody Moon threaten you or something?"
Sixiang grimaced. "No, I could… feel you hurting though, and that made me hurt. And if something happened to you, this dream would end, and I wouldn't get to tease you anymore, or listen to your songs or watch everyone fumble around trying to express themselves and…" Sixiang reached up, toying with a strand of their drifting misty hair as they babbled. "...I didn't want that. I'm not ready to wake up and rejoin grandmother yet," frustration and confusion bled into Sixiang's voice.