There's a moment where Dong-Yun appears on the verge of gasping, of shaking his head, of walking away. When he wants, very badly, to excuse himself from this conversation. But his inhalation comes deep and sharp, and he nods, as if he should first confirm he'll go ahead with this —
Then, finally, proceed. "Nothing... of meaning. That I shouldn't — that I should feel honouring. That I'd be doing a service to everyone, to myself, that it can't hurt. Done in a moment. Brother Sanwon loves us, he won't let it hurt. They didn't want to be cruel, it just — had to happen."
As for the second part, "They all wore their masks throughout. I don't think... I suppose, if I were to take a look at their bodies, but... it was dark. Very dark. And working off bodies alone, to point and finger and throw blame, I wouldn't feel right. Not me."
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Then, finally, proceed. "Nothing... of meaning. That I shouldn't — that I should feel honouring. That I'd be doing a service to everyone, to myself, that it can't hurt. Done in a moment. Brother Sanwon loves us, he won't let it hurt. They didn't want to be cruel, it just — had to happen."
As for the second part, "They all wore their masks throughout. I don't think... I suppose, if I were to take a look at their bodies, but... it was dark. Very dark. And working off bodies alone, to point and finger and throw blame, I wouldn't feel right. Not me."