[ Maybe it is time for someone's thoughts to filter through the messed-up wires, even if they're mostly scrambled.
Jinwoo doesn't know what name would suit him. The idea of being a hero — an actual hero — sits heavy on his chest. Not because he doubts his strength, but because he knows what he's willing to do for the people he loves. How ready he was to go against the world if it meant keeping his family safe. He remembers how little he cared for anything else in the process, until it steadily became more obvious how much more destruction would happen if he never shouldered those burdens. ]
I don't know what name I'd pick.
[ It's easier to sidestep it. He leans back, staring at the messages through his Ocular before responding again. ]
Back then, I was called the Weakest Hunter of Mankind.
[ He thinks about those days. About how small he used to feel standing in front of something stronger than him. ]
the clonking he deserves
Jinwoo doesn't know what name would suit him. The idea of being a hero — an actual hero — sits heavy on his chest. Not because he doubts his strength, but because he knows what he's willing to do for the people he loves. How ready he was to go against the world if it meant keeping his family safe. He remembers how little he cared for anything else in the process, until it steadily became more obvious how much more destruction would happen if he never shouldered those burdens. ]
I don't know what name I'd pick.
[ It's easier to sidestep it. He leans back, staring at the messages through his Ocular before responding again. ]
Back then, I was called the Weakest Hunter of Mankind.
[ He thinks about those days. About how small he used to feel standing in front of something stronger than him. ]
Kind of funny, right?