Blinking slowly, Mingyu mulled over how he felt about the situation. He hadn't let himself feel much since arriving. He remembered the sleep deprivation, the disorientation, the homesickness and longing. Being possessed of the notion that there were more doors opened by this land than closed, that the fact of him being here allowed for the possibility of Fox being here as well.

His feelings for their actual situation beyond wariness and discontent...

"There's always something. Someone with their heel on the throats of their lessers. I do not have the luxury of being bothered, Lee Chang. I have to survive."

But of course he was bothered. Had always been. Home, here. He had just never been strong enough to shoulder the problem as his own. That was Fox.

That was Fox, and just look where it got the two of them.