"Hate doesn't always come out of nowhere. It can be the result of love." Yoongi lost his best friend, whom he loved, a long time ago. Instead, he now faces one of the henchmen of the main enemy. And yet. The same eyes, the same name. But none of what he loved so much. Where is that girl? He no longer believes that the soul is still behind this shell. And clutching the rifle tighter in his hands, he looks straight into her eyes. For some reason, he doesn't attack first. Behind the mask with the outlines of an owl, there is a look full of some kind of longing and pain. His heart is scratching somewhere under the ribs. But he only grits his teeth when she attacks. The blows never touch his body, the keychain with the watch on his finger ticks, rewinding time so that he sees all her actions in advance. And having successfully dodged all the bullets, he finally strikes himself. A minute or four and he's already pointing a rifle at her, looking straight into her eyes. Something is weakening. A grip on a rifle or hatred. Yoongi doesn't realize it himself, he just says to himself. "It's not her."