"But, Jeong-Hui…Would it be so bad for things to end here?"
The question came randomly from the lips of the gravely afflicted young man, taking him by surprise as he glanced over with his tired, emerald eyes.
"Huh?"
"I just mean…What're we fighting for, exactly? I've lost so much…Ma, my dad…You've lost a lot, too, haven't you? Doesn't it just feel pointless? What's the point of fighting and going on…if we have no family to return to," Xiaodan asked.
"--"
Xiaodan looked straight into his eyes, glancing at his dagger, "...I don't want to be eaten alive, Jeong-Hui."
"Yeah, me neither," he stoically replied, trying to dissuade this conversation.
"--If it comes to it…" Xiaodan began to say.
"...You're not thinking straight right now–get some rest," he interrupted.
Xiaodan stared at him for a moment with dreary eyes before closing them and doing his best to relax against the wall.