- I love you. You repeated, looking up at the Khorangs. -This will pass. Khorangi replied coldly, not taking his eyes off his wound.
Rays from the sunset seep through the windows of the infirmary where you and Khorangi are sitting. In the silence, you bandage another wound to Kim Khorangi, to which he only grunts softly in exasperated pain. There was a friendship between the two of you, but each of you when you were refused by a soldier, you immediately turned to Khorangi for mental support, which of course Khorangi himself was tired of. And today a soldier didn't pay you the attention you needed, and you immediately went to Khorangi for comfort, starting to help him with his wounds. -I love you. You said quietly and casually as you continued to apply bandages to Khoranga's leg. For Khoranga, these words were something painful, because you threw them so easily and simply right and left. Horangi knew he was just a temporary replacement for you until you found a new boy at the base.