“He wasn’t done.”

“So many of them aren’t,” Jinki says gently. Compassion glows faintly at the corner of their eyes. A blink, a sharpening notion of inevitability. “They all have to go on.”

“He will,” Jonghyun says; time is also a notion, a folded paper of design - the man ages, returns.

the afterlife is guided by two beings (jongyu)