[ Plenty of lines to read between here. It's nothing Childe can truly understand— loss of such damning magnitude that he briefly can't find the words to say. He Xuan might look at him differently if he knew the extent of what he's hiding: that he'd kill anyone on the Tsaritsa's behalf. Perhaps even people such as these. It's a sick thought, noxious in his head. Childe doesn't lend it a voice. ]

Memories like those won't go away easily. [ For better or worse, really. ] Let's see, where should I start...

[ It's only fair to reciprocate. ]

My brothers... they're a lot like my father. Courageous. Especially the little ones. I guess they must've gotten the adventurous streak from him? And my eldest sister, she's... well, she's one of the gentlest people I know. [ And perhaps too forgiving, after his stint in the Abyss. ] But it's my younger sister that resembles my mother the most. She cares so much about others.

[ And he worries her endlessly. All of these letters he's carrying are from her; he didn't have the heart of dispose of them, in the end. ]

So you could say I'm blessed. [ Nothing but happiness for him, up until the day he set out on his own. ] ... Well, enough of that. Why don't you tell me what you plan to do from here on out?

[ Does He Xuan plan to fulfill the Harvest Goddess's wish? ]