[The sparkler sputters until, at last, the final bloom fades before it can scorch his palm. Shoko's hand warms his shoulder where it rests.]
What Dongbaek wanted . . .
[Perhaps it was to go back to when times were simpler and images of their hometown, bright and vibrant. He remembers how she would tease him about missing rice, when it was her eyes that were ever turned toward the district of their birth. In the end, she buried the League and a part of herself in an imitation of the flowers she so adored.]
. . . I would like to inquire her about the answer, should she still live.
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What Dongbaek wanted . . .
[Perhaps it was to go back to when times were simpler and images of their hometown, bright and vibrant. He remembers how she would tease him about missing rice, when it was her eyes that were ever turned toward the district of their birth. In the end, she buried the League and a part of herself in an imitation of the flowers she so adored.]
. . . I would like to inquire her about the answer, should she still live.