⸢I want to read this story for a little bit longer.⸥

It was a decision he made when he realized his end; that he would scatter to pieces to create more worldlines, as himself and others. He wanted to read her writing for him one last time, her thirteen years of stories.

It didn't end, though. Even once 'his' story concluded in the revision, none of them had been able to accept just forty-nine percent of himself. They had agreed to go through hell again for him.

He didn't want them to.

He wanted them to succeed even if he knew it was a lost cause.

He heard the knock on the door -

And wakes up, blinking status messages away from his face as he takes a deep breath. The headband presses into his forehead as he tries to gain his bearings; as another set of memories restores to him.

Somnius. Stellari. The Labyrinth. The failed future that Suyeong told him of. He turns his head to the side, feeling her status besides him; he doesn't know if he'll find her awake or asleep.

But he whispers, "I heard you knocking, Han Suyeong."