It startles him, to think of repetition. He had supposed — but then, it only makes true sense for the group to avoid capturing Dong-Yun for a second turn, not another substitute. They risk nothing, knowing Dong-Yun has every interest to stay hidden, to speak little of the night's events, to walk away.

He is paving the path for someone else's disaster, he knows so. He knows, and yet he cannot stop.

"I think... they must choose between themselves. They must agree, somehow. Back in mother's day, she said, anything could stir them. Looks or skill or if you spoke well, or they thought, maybe a raven looked at you." His voice sheds an octave, controlled, "I heard, if you're meant for Brother Sanwon, the rusted gates of the House of Ravens open for you, the night you are born."