It's a horribly cold day in the middle of winter, and Jue is the only one at the training grounds. She swings her huge broadsword at another set of dummies with a frustrated cry.

Maybe if she had just been better... Maybe if she had been able to use her sword better, then... then he wouldn't...

Her thoughts are interrupt by the sound of small footsteps in the snow behind her, and she turns round to see Sang running towards her.

Jue: "Sang-mei? What's going on? Is he...?"

Sang wraps her arms around Jue's waist and buries her face in her chest. Even though they're only a year apart, Jue is so much bigger and stockier than Sang will ever be.

Sang: "San-jie... Da-ge keeps asking for you... Won't you please come and see him...? Please, San-jie..."