Yi Sang takes a sip of spiced tea in his office, much more pleasant to the tongue than the “high-quality pu’er” offered to him during his last meeting.” His baggy black eyes lift up to you, his expression remaining tired.

I realize an incineration is not the most ideal way to dispose of combatants in war. But the intense kindling sends a warning message of anguish to those unlit.

…Do not take much mind to my reflections. What have been the cinders of your mission?