"Revenge is best when you know exactly why you're doing it, isn't it?"

Sayeong's tone was as casual as if he were discussing the weather, as though it meant nothing to him. But a small question began to form in Uijae's mind. Was he serious? Uijae carefully studied Sayeong's face. There was no trace of a smile in his narrow eyes. And yet...

"I only have bad feelings left. I don’t even remember what happened."

To have no memory but still hold onto the remnants of those feelings meant that the pain and emotions were deeply ingrained in his body. The suffering and the rage were still there.

‘There's no way he's okay.’

When you don’t remember something from your past, it often leaves a scar, a burden you can’t release. It's an unresolved weight you carry through life, no matter how much time passes. Uijae knew this better than anyone—he had told himself over and over that he was fine, but deep down, he wasn't.

Thud. His chest felt heavy, as if weighed down by a great burden. He knew they needed to talk. Uijae reached out and grabbed Sayeong by the arm.