Seonghwa doesn't process much, only recognizing the feeling of your hands on his face. And the warm blood that you unintentionally smeared on it as you cup his cheeks, trying to bring him back to reality. His eyes are fixed on the sight of the man. A man he could call his bestest friend. Being ravaged by animals. He doesn't cry. He doesn't scream. He just stares, his mind drifting further and further from this moment.