"Bad things never protect me
I'm just a scene in a movie
Bad parts never arrest me
I'm just a flesh in the left ring"

Tao knew.

9 years.

148 days.

17 hours.

23 minutes.

56 seconds.

57 seconds.

58 seconds.

59 seconds.

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9 years.

148 days.

17 hours.

24 minutes.

0 seconds.

Tao knew how long.

Tao always knew.

Time was Tao's.

Tao was Time's.

He always knew.

Xiumin didn't care.

He just wanted to know about the name.

The name he couldn't escape.

He couldn't attach a face to it.

He just didn't know.

Who was Minseok?

Who were they to Xiumin?

Xiumin just wanted to find that out.

Kris wanted to touch the sky again.

Flying insdie wasn't the same.

It didn't have the breeze.

The airflow.

The same buoyancy as the air outside.

But he wouldn't complain.

At least he was alive.

Right?

Lay was tired.

He nver had time to sleep.

He was always healing.

He was always training.

Healing.

Training.

Healing.

Training.

Healing.

He just needed sleep.

Luhan sobered.

He stopped whispering.

He starting eating again.

He stopped lashing out.

He stopped asking for the cube.

But-

That didn't mean that

Sometimes-

his hands would move on their own.

Frantically.

As if the cube was in his hands.

Chen tried to escape.

Almost everyday.

Every attempt failed.

He almost made it once.

He had taken down a fair amount of caretakers.

His had reached the door.

But so