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“I’m back, Yooseung-ah.”
Kim Dokja didn’t believe his words would be delivered.
Still he hoped, that he might be able to listen to his own words if he were Yooseung, but the idea was thrown into a trash can within seconds.
It was natural for Kim Dokja to believe so.
Lee Jihye didn't recognize him. Neither was Gilyeong.
The one who tried to save them three years ago was now just a disaster threatening their lives. Even if he wanted to convey something, his words, his voice or everything they might see would just be filtered out.
Kim Dokja truly thought that, Shin Yooseung would also reject him.
But, …
strangely, his incarnation put her small hand on his head. Shin Yooseung’s face distorted as if she were in pain.
Was these three years too lonely, was it too hard?
His lips switched up slightly in an apologetic smile.
Aaah, the sight of him bleeding like a mess must be incredible ugly.
Well, no matter how messed up he was now, it would just looked like a strange disaster to others, a funny squid.
Faint laughter came out. It had been three years, he’d finally returned to the world of the third round.
Kim Dokja silently thought, if it was now then he would be fine even if he was to die.
Behind him stood a gleaming sword of the brilliant Jihye.
“Yooseung-ah, it’s dangerous! Go back!”
She was eyeing him warily in case that he might hurt Yooseung.
Thank God. Kim Dokja was relieved.
There was still someone left to take care of Yooseung even after he left. Next to Jihye, Gilyeong, who glared at him sharply, was also on his guard.
“It might be a good thing.”
Kim Dokja laughed. These words might have been distorted into something that was not heard like that but he didn’t mind.
In this suffocating air where the usual noisy constellations held their breath waiting for either side to take actions, a little selfish part of him thought.
Wouldn’t it be better to give everything up and rest forever than to remain such a monster in their memories?
“.... A... ah,.. no....n..”
It was such a small voice. However, having heard Yooseung’s voice after a long time, Kim Dokja thought this was enough.
“… Shin Yooseung?”
Furrowed his eyebrows, Gilyeong approached Yooseung to check her condition. Yooseung was shedding tear.
“No, no, ahjussi ..., again ... are you going again?”
His body hardened. It was an unconscious act. He could feel the quietness falling on the surroundings once again.
Shin Yooseung held back her tears and started talking to him. He couldn’t hear it well between the half sobbing and her voice, but he didn't have much trouble to understand it.
Slowly those trembling hands held onto his bloody face as if she didn’t want to let it go.
“Eu, heuk, I don't need it, the coins…, also anything also.... -heuk. Don't go, please? I'll be good, so... So don't die. Don't go…”
The quiet cry started again.