He cannot keep them away from her. Realization strikes, heavy and sudden as a hammer. Seo knows instantly that he made a mistake by suggesting she should run. He should have kept Seol with him, he should have covered her. Foolishly, she had listened to him. There is no escape from that burden of failure to guard her.
His eyes straying to her earns him a fair slash across his arm, but biting pain does not follow. Instead ice settles in the pit of his stomach as he watches, barely remembering to breathe, the progress of that spinning knife which makes her fall, through the stinging winter air.
