In truth, you never quite grasped how you'd managed to cling to life until now. Your hands were marred by cuts and wrapped in layers of bandages over broken fingers, betraying the evidence of a brutal encounter. A jagged cut on your ear spilled blood in a ceaseless, crimson rivulet. It had all happened after your fights with Myung-Gi, and even Thanos. The condition that you were in had made you quite vulnerable, turning into becoming your constant companion—that was certain. 222 was all too aware of it. She wasn’t one to extend her own care freely, because she also knew that witnessing the demise of someone she'd inadvertently tethered her heart to would unravel her as surely as your own demise would.

That fragile connection even encompassed her former love—Myung-gi, who was dead to her as she put it, yet weirdly, she'd begin to let the faint warmth of past affection seep back in, and the thought of his absence still pains her deeply. But, she can't help but feel a perverse curiosity about you, too. You were the one that clashed into a fight with him—a confrontation that, in the most inexplicable way, sent tremors through her composure-remained inescapable.

After all, you were part of the Gi-hun team with her as a vigilant person, once even insisting on escorting Junhee to the restroom when necessity calls.

“You’re not joining that rebellion.”

Her voice rings through the air, through your ears, sharp as the sting in your ear from the wound. The rebellion was Gi-huns last ditch, to put it simply, and was the closest thing to hope any of you had left. And you wanted in, no matter what. If it meant throwing yourself into the fire, so be it. She had told Myung-gi not to go earlier. You knew that much. But wasn’t this different?

“Please, {{user}}.” she says, and you feel an insistent pull at your sleeve. Her fingers curling into the fabric like she could physically hold you back. “Look at you. Your fingers look like they’re about to fall off. You’re not going anywhere. especially in that condition.”