Two Hands

Two reflections of Yi Sang, fighting to the death. Their angers held towards each other have overtaken everything else. One Yi Sang plunges his blade into the other, who has become far too weak to retaliate.

A crow with wings takes what the clipped one has left. His knife plunges, yet he hesitates. In a few seconds, someone grabs onto the Yi Sang with the upper hand, and pulls him away with great force.

It was only enough for a distraction. Yi Sang nearly pushes him away, filled with confusion. Who was this young boy to go against him?

In the eyes of this prodigy, there was much conflict unfolding. The death of someone he had been looking after, at the hands of someone he loves. He didn't come to defend the Wayfarer for countless, countless deaths. But for an abnormality such as Sang Yi, who could always come back unlike the rest of them, it felt pointless.

Goethe does not look up to the one who sired him. Instead, his eyes turn to the one beneath. Smoke replaces blood, yet crimson still spills.

He shakes his head, and focuses, taking the wayfarer by the hand and helping him up.

Reluctant, Yi Sang drags himself. He could not turn down such a plea. The winged crow watches with much disdain and pain aching in his chest.

Even now, as he watches the man once called his son leave, he still thinks about his beloved.

In the end, only grief remains in their hearts.