“Yesung?”

He steps into the open, emotions conflicting on his face.

Her hands shake and threaten to drop the gun.

He shakes his head.

“No, not you…”

How ironic that he continues to voice her thoughts, even here.

“Kill me.”

Her voice trembles.

His eyes glint with sorrow.

“No,” he says softly, lowering his gun slightly.

“Yesung, I’m not afraid of dying!”

The words come out louder and harsher than she had expected.

Because she is trying not to cry.

He shakes his head.

“Shoot me.”

Her entire body shakes.

“How,” she says in a tremulous voice. “Could I ever shoot you?”

“Survival of the fittest,” he says, raising his gun again. “The strongest always survive.”

His finger twitches.

A gun sounds.

Blood blossoms on her shirt.

But not from the front.

She stumbles forward, shocked beyond measure.

“Jongwoon…” she says softly. “Catch me.”

She tumbles into the arms of an equally stunned Yesung.

He drops to his knees, speechless.

“No…”

“I’m sorry, Jongwoon.”

And who is standing there with smoking gun but Leeteuk?

“Jungsoo…” Yesung chokes out.

“I’m sorry,” Leeteuk says pityingly, patronizingly. “It had to be done.”

He spreads his arms.

“So shoot me.”

Yesung, tears threatening to spill, struggles to lift his weapon.

Leeteuk shakes his head, dropping his arms.

“You can’t.”

And Yesung, angry as he is, cannot help but admit the truth.

How could he ever shoot his own leader?

And so, just like that, Park Jungsoo walks away, leaving Kim Jongwoon alone in the stone chamber with a slowly dying Willow Hoen.