"Ah, so Sung Min died." Tae Dong-Hyun spoke solemnly rubbing the white mug in his hands with his thumb.
"Things were very rough in there huh?" He added, with his face bowed and biting his lips hard.
"I know you are probably beating yourself right now."
"If I was able to successfully able to build him an armor that doesn't tear off anytime he transforms, perhaps he would probably not have died."
"Don't do that hyungnim. I know you are going to be doing that again. You blame yourself for every loss. Please don't do that"
"Then aren't you beating up yourself right now?" Tae Dong-Hyun raised his face to Mok Jae-Hwa who was sitting opposite his hospital bed.
Mok Jae-Hwa bit the flesh of his lower lip from the inside.
"It is different with me hyungnim. I was with him, I was there... I could have done a better job at protecting him but I was depending on him."
