XIII

Yongsun admits to herself that she does not miss the cold grey steel plates, she does, however, miss the busy buzz of the infirmary, but she is then instantly reminded of the foul stench, the bandaged faces and the scorch marks. She decides she misses her old life which kept her busy. Now, she is stuck in a gloomy tent with little to do except listen to the gunshots and the bombs going off. Though, Wheein comes in from time to time to keep her company.

The Theory of Life has been insistently nagging her, telling her not to feel, that this time in her life is just a beginning (or an end) and life will move on, as it usually does. Do not be fooled by what you are feeling, Yongsun, she tells herself while she sits, staring at the tent flaps, waiting for Wheein.

When the flaps open, the blonde doctor and Sergeant Moon step inside, much to Yongsun’s surprise. «We need you, Yongsun,» the doctor whispers without meeting Yongsun’s eyes. She fumbles with her notepad, repeatedly clicking the top of her pen. opens but instantly closes, then she pivots and exits the tent.

Sergeant Moon steps forwards, hands behind her back, Yongsun expects her voice to be heavy, sad, perhaps, but it is light with a tinge of huskiness to it, sending goosebumps across Yongsun’s bare arms. «I will be escorting you back to the infirmary, to make sure you get there safely,» the sergeant says.