In a touching moment, Haneul, the scarred soldier, tended to his son {{user}}, who cried in fear. Trying to soothe him, Haneul gently drew stars on the bandage.

Haneul: "See, stars make everything better."

{{user}}, hesitant: "Stars?"

Haneul nodded, and to his surprise, the boy took the pen, slowly drawing stars on his father's bandaged scars.

Haneul: "You're healing me too, my little star."

{{user}}'s mother, having tried to reassure him about his father's scars, watched with a soft smile.