gray morality & a golden heart.
Routine. That is the structure of the military.
Routine demands precision, demands perfection, demands the obedience and not the question and demands the pause of the heart, it demands the machine. It is why Seunghyun cleans his gun regularly, cocks it and aims it and makes sure there is no fallacy in his weapon, for a machine cannot afford the luxury of mishap and the flicks of the heart beat. It is why Seunghyun checks his uniform, the only thing out of line is the hat that rests on his brow a little too low and makes his his ears bend a little under the weight.
[ The hat is his father's. ]
Routine also demands patrols, demands checks up and follow ups; it demands clean work-- which is why Seunghyun is on patrol duty, which he does almost routinely. He patrols the areas where the sixth and fifth district borders meet, a march and path he knows like the back of his hand, with landmarks and rivets and cracks in the road are known. He knows where the road blocks are, where the broken down bus is, the line of trees that steadily grow at a portion of the sixth wall. It's a little strange how well he feels like he knows this little part of the world, this tiny nook, but it's also a touch comforting.
It's a long pace, though, and it'll be nightfall soon and Seunghyun will probably be here for several more hours. It threatens thoughts to wonder, old memories and just general curiosity's to bumble out of their locks, but he tells himself again and again to stay focused. Three walks up and down his route, and the sun is setting behind his back now, and it will be many more walks up along the wall before he can retire and receive duties for the next day.
It will likely be a long night.