WARNING: NOT A HAPPY ENDING SO DON'T READ THIS IF TRIGGERED, SKIP TO THE EPILOGUE

The crunch of boots on rubble reminded Eunji that she wasn't alone, and in that moment anger ran through her so hot that she thought she might burst into flame. She gentle settled Taekwoon's body back to the ground, then turned to face Ken with murder in her eyes. She crossed the few feet between them and poked her finger into his chest as hard as she could.

"Why?" she cried, her voice less angry and more like a wounded animal, to her chagrin. "Why the hell didn't you protect him, too? Were you jealous? What the hell is wrong with you!?" The last bit she punctuated by slamming her fists into his chest, again and again, but it did about as much good as striking a brick wall. He didn't budge, didn't lift his arms to try and comfort her, didn't do anything except stand there and let her beat her fists until they were bruised. Only when she stood before him, silent tears still leaking from her eyes and her grief too painful to allow her to move, only then did he speak.

"I cannot be jealous, Eunji. I am a machine, something you seem to forget the longer that I wear this form. You told me to act human, which I assumed I did well, but I cannot feel your emotions. Jealousy, I do not understand. Love," he glanced behind her at Taekwoon's fallen form, and paused. "Well," he finally conceded, "I was beginning to understand that, I think. But I cannot feel those."

Eunji lifted her face to look at him, though each movement seemed to take so much more energy than she had. "Then why would you only save me? He was right next to me!"

A crease did appear between Ken's brows then, and he shook his head slowly. "Because you told me to protect you. You never mentioned anyone else." His tone said 'duh, of course', and it was only then that the truth hit her.

He was just a machine, no matter the playfulness he had shown; he was just responding to her commands just like a computer. She should have... should have... "Oh," was all she said. She had no more energy to say anything else. "Go gather the papers around the Commander and bring them to me," she told him limply, her entire body just feeling numb.

He turned without a word and did as she said, moving across the room back to Yunho's body before kneeling to begin gathering. If the commander thought them important enough to bring even in the danger they had been in, then she figured they must be important indeed.

She turned back to Taekwoon, fighting back her tears as she sank to her own knees beside him. She should never have allowed herself to hope, she had known better. If only she had gotten the chance to tell him how she felt. "What good would that do, idiot?" she grumbled at herself, at her stupid sentiment and stupid, crushed hopes. She had been nothing but stupid and she couldn't change that now.

Ken's boots sounded once again as he returned, and she knew she had to leave. Leaning down, she brushed one last kiss on Taekwoon's forehead, then turned to Ken and said, "Take me out of here."

And of course, he obeyed, picking her up in his arms and carrying her easily away from what had been her home. Away from the man who she had begun to dream of building a life with.

Yunho's notes were written in his precise handwriting, easy to read and understand once she had put them back into order. A lot of what he had chosen to save had pertained to what Ken had told him, and one specific tidbit struck her interest.

"What is this about a bomb?" she asked, looking up to where Ken stood in the corner of the small storefront he had hidden them in. Light streamed in through the broken front windows and past the empty clothing racks, catching the side of his profile when he turned his head to look at her. She had taken refuge behind the old shop counter, all the way at the back of the store front and using the counter as a desk to sort the papers.

Ken shifted his feet, taking another glance out the window before turn