Standing at the doorway of the tent, Sungjong stared at the daunting number of wounded soldiers. He knew that he could heal some of them, but logically, not all would make it. Frowning, he walked over to the first one, the young man pleading with his eyes. Sungjong knew that he was asking for either death to take over or a healer to help him, and either solution would put an end to his pain. 

"It's alright," Sungjong's soothing, soft voice carried through to the injured man as he touched him, the healing power rushing through his body and into the soldier. The deep gashes on his body began to close up, leaving only a red mark behind.

"Thank you," the man whispered, his voice still weak. Sungjong simply smiled in response, knowing he would survive to fight another day. 

Moving on to the next one, he continued his work until his power was nearly drained. Feeling dizzy, he finally sat down, taking a sip of the water that had been handed to him by a short, blond man, a fellow healer. Uttering a quiet "thank you", he let his eyes scan over the men who wouldn't make it. He knew that his comrade had the power to revive the dead, as well as heal, but he didn't have the strenght to do anything else now, as they were both exhausted. Now it was up to Fate, allowing it to do as it saw fit. If these men and women were meant to live to see another mark on their skin, so be it. If not, there was nothing either of them could do. Fate was stronger than healng, and there wasn't one person alive that could cheat it. No one coud last forever.

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Myungsoo's entire body hurt, the pain seeping into his bones as he watched his captors talk about what they should do with him. The young man knew what he wanted them to do, but he had already asked for death several times. He was tired, physically, mentally and emotionally, knowing there wasn'