"He's dead, he can't talk. Or think."
MEME / @mindapathy
❝Yeah, that’s usually how it works.❞ He looks down at the body, his expression blank. Blood puddles underneath the man, the man he just KILLED. He knows the weight of what he’s just done and still there is no remorse. He’s done this far too many times to feel sorry. Because even in the midst of good intentions, there was still that darkness in him. That RAGE.
He looks back up to Jinsung, an almost curiosity etched onto his features. ❝ If you can feel what other people feel—can you feel it when they die? ❞ It’s not necessarily a feeling he wants to know. It’s more so him wondering: if and how many times Jinsung has had to feel the consequences of what Moonsoo himself has done. And what exactly would that be like for him?