Xisheng breathed out, and part of her cheek caved in, there was no bone or blood, just dust crumbling off to dissolve. "Sister is too nice, her heart is too big. Don't break, okay? There's lots of us, but only one you."
"There won't be," Su Ling said. "I won't let this keep happening. Not if I havta bow and scrape and beg. My pride ain't worth that. No more Xisheng."
"That's good. I think a lot of them would have liked you," the words grew softer and softer, until a final sigh of air came and what remained collapsed inward entirely, leaving no more than fragments of clay, gravedirt and drifting dust on Su Ling's lap.