But he didn't close the book.
Of course he didn't
Time didn't rush him.
It just… went.
Si Hon stayed where he was the entire time, the book open in his hands, eyes moving steadily from one panel to the next without rushing. He read it all. Every loop. Every failure. Jisoo running, fighting, calculating— then breaking. Again. And again. And again.
He saw her try to save them.
Saw her fail.
Saw her hesitate less each time.
The panels blurred together at some point, not because they were the same— but because the outcome always was. Hope, attempt, collapse. Hope, attempt, collapse. Until even hope started to look like a mistake.
At one point, she cried.
Not loud, not dramatic— just sitting there, shoulders shaking slightly, like she didn't even have the energy to react properly anymore.
Then later—
Nothing.
No tears. No anger. No hesitation.
Just movement.
Clean. Efficient. Empty.
