#hehe ..

thinking abt that part in Slave of Nuceria where Angron starts the decimation and Mago is like “we simply cannot keep doing this” and Khârn just

like for a starter from akina's wheel of time verse .

he feels dizzy . he's pretty sure a young woman slept on the bunk he sits on , a night ago when she was alive . if his nose starts bleeding again maybe he should start worrying about concussion but the bastard he killed in the bathroom didn't hit him that hard , right ? on the side of team circle , the deranged bastards that were here for the money , quite unlike player 211 himself . forced to go through the games , forced to show his face among so many sheep that he tossed into this shithole with the promise of a better life ; and eventually , they seem to have grown teeth sharp enough , bold enough to aim for his neck . yejun cracks one eye open when he feels someone approach , another when he feels weignt against the end of his bunk . ah , the rapper and his sidekick . looking amused , probably high on something , yejun knew too much about the past that forced thanos to come to this place ─ he allows a crooked smile on his lips . it lacks the previous playfulness it once held , lacks emotions , just an empty , almost haunted replica of his past smiles . ‘ mister choi . i was expecting you . ‘ not really , he wasn't . he was hoping for the kid to just be on his way and stay out of his business . his gaze travels between the purple locks , the nail polish , and the other boy that always trails after him . ‘ are you enjoying the games ? ‘