[ The sight of Seoul in ruins banishes the summer heat. In its place is sheer cold. A winter that travels down her neck, her spine, then all the way back up to her head to sink its claws into her brain.
Ruin. Desolation. Death. Blood. Thousands of cries for help. Millions of tears. The longer she stares at the city, the further back in time she falls. Back to being a child holding the hand of an even smaller child. Cold, scared, alone, the sound of mortar and gunfire far away in the distance. ]
Would...would some of us staying have made a difference...?
[ It's a question for herself. Rhetorical, painful. ]
Yor | Spy x Family
Ruin. Desolation. Death. Blood. Thousands of cries for help. Millions of tears. The longer she stares at the city, the further back in time she falls. Back to being a child holding the hand of an even smaller child. Cold, scared, alone, the sound of mortar and gunfire far away in the distance. ]
Would...would some of us staying have made a difference...?
[ It's a question for herself. Rhetorical, painful. ]