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Ayutthaya, a thriving city, hustles and bustles happily on the fifteenth consecutive rainless day that year- a rare feat for Indonesia. The market traders are content- the dry weather ensures them plenty of customers. Children play with little fear of them getting wet, and their mothers with little fear of them slipping and grazing their knees. The scribes take their work outside, discussing amongst each other, inwardly happy that they can do the things they do best in such good atmosphere. But in one small apartment in a triple story house, there is a stark contrast.

The curtains are drawn, so little light strayed into the room. Clothes, knives, cloths and toiletries lie sprawled across the floor. A curved, shiny sword hangs on the banister of a very plain bed. And sitting on the bed is a new man of eighteen. A new man, yes, because this man in particular used to be quite different. He sits, hunched, staring blankly downwards between his knees, his breathing inaudible. His clothes are bright and colorful, or they could be if some light was exposed to them; An blue with green flames open jacket, baring a strong torso, long baggy shorts down to his knees with the same design, and simple sandals.

The downtrodden, silent and unmoving Yunsung you are seeing now is quite different to the one three months ago. That Yunsung was close to hyperactive- boisterous, impulsive, ready for anything and rash, but nonetheless charming. What is going on in his mind right now is difficult to decipher; if he were to try to tell you, he would surely fail.

Fail. There is one thing we are sure he is thinking about. Failure. He has failed, or at least he thinks he has. And someone else has failed as a result, at least he thinks so.

Suddenly, the door opens. In walks a slightly older woman, nonetheless an eye-opener. She has brown hair, tied back in a ponytail, and wears a green sarong and red top- again, colorful clothing, but looking more so with the fine look of the girl's face. Upon seeing the boy (who had not looked up at her arrival),she sighed.

"Come on, grumpy." she said to him in a motherly sort of way, "Let's go to town."

"We've been to the town." grunted Yunsung, his eyes on the white duvet, "Five times, Mina."

"Well we can go again, I'm bored!" Mina moaned.

"Go. I'll stay here." he said shortly.

"No, you're coming with me, you can't mope about that girl 'til kingdom come!" Mina demanded, and strode over and tried to heave the boy off the bed and onto his feet. He snatched his arm away, then lay down and stared at the ceiling. Mina went, "Awwwnnnnn..."

"Shut up, Mina. Go away." Yunsung said blankly, "I'm busy."

Mina ignored this, and lay down on the bed beside him, and he took little notice. She fixed her arms behind her head and tried to look at him. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling.

"Yunsung..."she said softly, "I know what happened to Talim is very sad, but you can't let it get to you so. We came here to have a good time..."

"No we didn't." Yunsung sighed, "She was here. I saw her last here."

"So you've said about a million times." Mina tolled, "Anyway, Talim...she was lovely, I know, but...there'll be other girls out there for you. You..."she cleared her throat oddly as if this was going to hurt, "You've got a really good personality."she said, but she couldn't help pulling a face out the side of her mouth.

"It's not about that."

"Mm? Didn't you like her?"

He paused. "Yeah."

"So you liked her. You liked lots of girls."

Yunsung heaved a huge sigh, "Don't care about them any more."

Mina sighed too, but of impatience, "So, you only love Talim now. But...she's gone. She's taken away. There's no point in moping about it, it won't do anything about it."

He was silent.

"You're eighteen. You've got your whole life ahead of you, Yunsung. Don't you have some dreams you should be fufilling? Something you have to work towards?"

Yunsung turned his head and fixed her with a steely, but reproachful look. His eyes quivered.

"R-ight..."Mina rolled her eyes, "So ONE of those dreams was to get Talim in bed with you-"

"Get out of this room, Mina."Yunsung's tone had changed.

Mina hesitated. She then looked a little ashamed. After a while, she mumbled, "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that." but then looked like she wished she had just left.

"You don't joke like that about someone who has been taken over by Soul Edge!" He insisted, standing up instantly, incensed.

"Steady on." said Mina, readying herself just in case.

"How would you feel, if you could have stopped someone from traveling to their doom, if you hadn't been so full of stupid, irresponsible, impossible confidence in her? She was fifteen!" Yunsung's voice shook.

"It wasn't your fault! She nearly made it, too!" Mina squeaked, swiftly realizing what she'd been saying.

"It was! It was my fault! I should have told her she was stupid and shouldn't do it! If i go out I might send someone else to their deaths! You never know!" he said to Mina's rapidly shaking head, "You never know!"

"No!" she said desperately, "It's not your fault! She wouldn't have stopped if you tried! She kept saying the Wind told her to go!"

"And I sat and listened to it!" He shouted, "I sucked all the drivel about the Wind in! Why didn't I just tell her she was off her rocker? Why didn't I tell her to go home?"

"You loved her, that's why!"Mina replied earnestly, "You loved her so much you couldn't bear to break her heart like that! You were just being nice to her! That can't have had anything to do with it!"

Yunsung shook his head, running his hand through his hair, pacing, "If I was really nice to her, if I really liked her, I would have went with her! I should have come with her instead of being so big-headed and saying I could do it on my own! How could I ever want that sword! How?"

"But...but that's just you!" Mina told him, "You were always like that, really confident and all! You couldn't help it! It's who you are!"

"THEN I DON'T WANT TO BE ME ANY MORE!"Yunsung roared.

Mina threw his arms around him desperately. Yunsung was taken aback at first, watching her cling onto him fearfully, but then gingerly put his hand on her head, pacified. She sniffed, "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have said all those terrible things! I understand you love her! You'll always love her!" she said tearfully into his chest.

Yunsung stayed silent, his attention had waned by something Mina said. "You'll always love her!" It triggered something inside him. He loved her, he still loved her, and if that was true, he could still see her. Talim wasn't dead or gone. She was perfectly locatable. He could still be with her! Seeing and being with Talim had consumed him all this time. But he'd assumed it was impossible...