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Dear Seongji,
It's been one month since you left.
I still can't believe that you're no longer in this world, but everything I know points towards the fact that you are no longer with us. They found your satba washed up on the shore, the one that your master gave to you. I know that you would never part willingly from it for anything, so I guess I have this hard pill to swallow.
We held a funeral for you and Sujin, and everyone went to visit you. The townspeople were gossiping as usual, although Je-wu tried to plead your innocence, we weren't able to clear your name.
I'm sorry.
I really wanted to use my fists on them, and when Vin Jin told us what happened in your house prior to those events, I wanted to kill him, I really did. Of course, I didn't. But you have to know that I really wanted to.
You would have been proud of how I held myself back.
I know I can't realistically beat him in a fight, but I think in that moment, he would have let me kill him. I think I could have killed him.
I hope you know that none of us think that you did that to Sujin. Your friends told us about your condition, but I know that you wouldn't ever do something like that. I hope so badly that you didn't die thinking that you were responsible for Sujin's death.
That bastard Taejin Cheon!
I'm sorry about the tear marks.
I feel like you have been wronged your whole life.
Teacher, you are so much stronger than me. I don't know how you dealt with all of that pressure on you. I want to kill Jin for letting you think even for a moment that you were responsible for that incident. I want to kill Taejin Cheon, too. I want to kill myself for being one of the reasons you got your fingers chopped off!
But more than ever, I just want to see you again.
I miss your tanghulu and kimchi. I miss how you would smile fondly when we messed around in front of you. I miss how you would laugh when I always ran out of stamina. I miss the steady sound of you chopping wood with your axe. I miss the sound of the pot and fire when you cook. I miss your footsteps and your rough but kind demeanour.
I hate talking about you in the past tense. I wish you would come back to us.
I hope it's sunny where you are.
Yours truly,
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