A deep and sudden emptiness settled within his body. It was as if a chasm had been opened. Far and wide, threatening to send him over the edge. And the thought of discarding his disciple left him with an aching sense of despair he couldn't comprehend.
Junghwa's inky eyes flashed with something dangerous. Instead of the usual dark marbles painted in light flecks of light, that seemed to glow even in darkness, they were murky and somber—unbeknownst to the first guardian who wracked a hand through his hair, the distress clear on his face.
"…This complicates things, Junghwa," he breathed, dropping honorifics and formality.
