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 "it's a shame," he grimaces, staring unabashedly at the dwindling numbers. the older looks up from his paper to throw his friend a glance before going back to reading the latest obituaries, "it's not our decision himchan; we collect, that's all," yongguk says with a sigh "speaking of which, it's time I collect."himchan raises a brow, "seo hyun shik, 76, wife and two children, a retired miner," he offers the younger a warm smile, or at least the warmest he canmuster given his occupation, "natural, he's going to die of old age." himchan nods, "that's good, that's good..." he trails off, eyes falling back to the littleboy and his dwindling numbers; tick tock, time doesn't stop.