oh the way chaeha flinches away from his abusive uncle when he's told to just take whatever is thrown at him versus the way he bites back when ju taeseon says the same thing to him in his own apartment... that's it that's the point of this dynamic in one dialogue. because chaeha is someone who has lived his whole life taking it. he takes his uncle's abuse, he takes society's fingerpointing, he takes his coworkers bullying him all with this sort of meek detachment. he doesn't care. he can't care, because if he cares it will break him. but with ju taeseon he wants. chaeha wants to be seen and respected by this man specifically, and that wanting turns into teeth and biting and it hurts and i don't deserve this. something he has never, ever vocalized to anyone else in his life. taeseon's "hatred" of chaeha, ironically, makes him more of a person. it gives him someone to feel at. the wanting brings chaeha back into his body. the wanting forces him to care.

and taeseon. ju why would someone like you respect someone like me taeseon. his hatred and anger towards chaeha is thinly veiled self-loathing; i want someone to suffer as i have suffered, i want someone to see me not as an efficient prosecutor but a child carrying decade(s) of grief and anger inside of me. he doesn't want to make the world fair, he wants its unfairness to swing his way for once. from victim to vengeance. he doesn't want to be the hero. he doesn't want to be looked at. he knows his reasons and he knows they're not quite noble. chaeha takes his trauma and pushes it down, down, until he can almost pretend it doesn't exist. taeseon puts it into everything he touches. into his personal life, his profession, into chaeha. he's almost childlike—i want you to feel. i want you to feel what i feel and the only way i can show you where it hurts is to claw at you. chaeha spends his whole life pretending his wounds have healed. taeseon pokes into the soft skin and shows him that it hasn't, again, and again, and again.

India's carbondioxide emissions per person is half the global average, while USA's is 7× to 8× times higher than India, 3.5× to 4× times the global average, yet USAmericans are the ones comfortably sitting with air conditioners in their office jobs while Indians die in heatwaves in outside manual labor jobs

And even then its the Indians who contribute the least who are the most vulnerable, it's not the Indians who own shares in oil companies being inconvenienced, it is the workers who work in farms under the sun, those who work in physical construction, outside in manual labor, the regular families who can't afford to move somewhere where there aren't regular blackouts. It's simply not fair, you understand