"What're you doing?"
Without looking back, he knew who it was that questioned him: Ma-Ri. He knew what he was doing was impractical to say the least, and Ma-Ri was somebody even more steel-like in her judgment than Dae-Seong.
"I saw a girl outside. She looked hurt…She was calling for help," he said, telling the truth concisely.
Ma-Ri's expression wavered a bit as she looked at him, "I understand how you feel, but we can't take a risk like this, Jeong-Hui. What if she's a GOETIA user?"
"What if she isn't?" He retorted.
Part of it wasn't simply the desire to help somebody, or at least not simply just that. After so much had been lost, he wanted to counteract that as much as he possibly could.
"Jeong-Hui. I know it's difficult, but the Tower is one day out now. We have to look after our own numbers," Ma-Ri told him sternly yet gently.
"--"
Standing so close to the door, he could hear the scraping of the injured girl's limping steps passing across the street.