Abrial went still.
If I don't do this, I don't deserve to have lived.
What…was that supposed to mean?
By the time she'd wondered that, Shin Minyeo was finished. She pulled away, turning Abrial's head to examine her handiwork. Then she nodded, seeming satisfied.
"That should hold. Don't wash it off, and keep it safe—got it?"
Abrial stared at Shin Minyeo, half-perplexed and half-miffed.
"You still didn't tell me what it's for! Or why I'm here! You gave me this tattoo last time, and it made me dream all kinds of weird shit about people I don't even know! D'you know how many nightmares I've had? Every night for a long time, all I dreamt about was that stupid kid, Shao Cheng! Shin Minyeo, did you really know him? Why're you making me dream about him?"
