“I think it might be the most beautiful form of death.”
“……”
Juhyeon, who had listened to the whole story, took a sip of coffee and nodded.
“Sometimes, Yoo Seongwoon, you make me feel a little uncomfortable.”
“To be blunt, I’m aware of that.”
“How should I put it? It’s the kind of discomfort I feel when you look at something bizarre and incomprehensible with your eyes sparkling….”
“That’s an impressively specific expression of disgust.”
This was hardly Yoo Seongwoon’s first time receiving such a reaction, so he simply let it pass.
“Don’t you have any romantic notions like that, Juhyeon?”
“Was there anything about the subject of our conversation that warranted the word romantic?”
“More like… if you could choose an afterlife, which one would you go to?”
“No matter how I think about it, that’s not a romantic subject.”
Even as he groaned, Juhyeon answered conscientiously.
“I don’t know. I’m not strong like the rest of you, nor do I possess any particularly impressive Authority. I’m busy enough thinking about tomorrow. I don’t think I’ve ever had time to consider what comes after death.”
“But you have Gio beside you.”
“That’s something to think about when the time comes. I was fortunate enough to be born; wouldn’t it be such a waste to live merely looking forward to the day I die? There are far more things I…