Jin almost sent the message three times before he deleted it.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed with the Board open in front of him, a half-written message to Ryu hanging in the air. It laid everything out. The Dawn Church. Ahn Si-on. The empty church by the plaza, Father Jang lying dead in a room with only one door, Dong-hwan's story and Si-on's story and the way they didn't fit together. The words true king, said so lightly, like they meant nothing at all.
He read it over one more time. Then he deleted every word.
He'd been thinking about it all night. In the last few days, he'd met hundreds of new people. He'd watched them train in the yard, watched them try their skills for the first time. A woman who could make metal soft as clay. A boy who could hear colors. An old man who could make any lock open by whispering to it. Skills he never would have imagined in a hundred years.
