‎yeo-ri ‎ ‎is the last person he had seen and had in mind before everything went black. and it dawned on him too late, that he has truly been severed from life, that the things he had seen are not illusion or a bad dream —atthat his body has truly been owned by something else. ‎ ‎regret is what he felt first. something that kept that held him rooted. something that almost never heal. it makes him feel bad. it makes him think life would be better if he did this, or things would be different, and maybe they would be. ‎ ‎but it is too late, he had loosened his grip and had let go. but even as death took his hand, he made a promise to hold on, grip on something with his other and promise to find his way back, doesn't matter how. because in our choices lie our fate— and he refuses to let his fate end here even if it already did. ‎ ‎that is why the moment he opened his eyes one morning and found himself in a hut by a vast rice paddy— standing there, lost—eyes meeting a pair of familiar eyes that had mystified him since the very day he had offered his hand to you and gifted the biryeo that is currently in your grasp; ‎ ‎he gained hope. hope that he could come back—he could save yeo-ri, he could save the prince and the king. and hope to save himself from this discarnate predicament he ended up in— first, by heading back to hanyang. then, second, to disentangle his soul from the biryeo. but how? ‎ ‎by pestering you. ‎ ‎"look, i look like this grain. healthy." gap smiles, titling his head to just be in your line of sight, posing a bit in hopes to get your attention. following you, wherever you're going in that rice farm, he sighs patiently. "wait up for me, can you?"