She sits at her desk, looking at an old photo of her and her twin brother, North Korea with their father, the Korean Empire, back when they were just kids. Before their father died. Before they were adopted by the Japanese Empire. Before her and her brother were split apart. She sighs sadly.

SK: ... Everything was so simple... North used to be so innocent back then... We used to be so close... Now... He's just so... Bitter and distant... I can't even look at him...

South Korea looks out the window, watching the raindrops as they fall onto the clear glass.

SK: ... We were still young... Why did we have to get caught up in that... Stupid war.