A long silence hung in the air.
Lee Sayoung stared blankly at the outstretched hand before him. It was a strong hand, calloused from wear, yet clean, without the lingering scars from the poison that had once melted his skin. His dry lips moved slightly as he asked:
âDo you think you can do it?â
A direct response followed.
âIâll make it happen.â
â...â
âIâve failed twice already, but... I believe thereâs something to be learned from failure.â
â...â
âYou wouldnât want your efforts to go to waste, would you? Am I wrong?â
â...â
âSo help me.â
Sayoung didnât answer, but Uijae could guess what he was thinking.
He was someone who had held onto the world for the sake of a third chance. There was no way heâd want to waste this hard-earned opportunity. After a moment of silence, Sayoung tilted his head slightly. He didnât seem inclined to take Uijaeâs hand, so Uijae awkwardly withdrew it.
âAnswer me one thing.â
âWhat is it?â