The flames die into thinning chaos, screams replaced by moans and whines, fighters replaced by injured and captured. Yul is crouched in a corner, blood stained hands examining his bloodied dagger with horror. Seo walks to him, surveying the site for any lurking danger that had gone unnoticed. Seeing there is none, he lowers himself beside the teenage prince, setting down his bow.
"I didn't mean to kill him,'' the boy says in a small voice, staring at the blood - swallowing the queasiness that he feels.
