Jongdae is on his way back to headquarters. He sighs as he presses his head against the glass of the moving bus. The vibrations soothe him for a while, making his brain rattle and the thoughts shatter from their sentences into fragments of phrases and words.

But after a while, they learn to adapt and become thoughts again. Jongdae closes his eyes.

"No, it's not true that I wouldn't have known the truth. Knowing me, I would have figured it out anyway. And besides, I'm nothing like a hero."