"You're not just trying to do something about it," Mingyu insisted, meeting Lee Chang's gaze with a frantic glimmer of… something in the dark brown of his eyes, not the cold steel that normally lived there but not quite warmth either.

"You're still acting like a royal, like a crown prince waiting for the burden of king. This group, the others like us— Half of them are incurable busybodies, helpful and nosy to their own detriment. I don't care about that. But you— You act as though you are responsible for all of it, for all of them, for every single ounce of suffering to be found. And that will get you killed or worse every time."