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Someone once said that art and war are best observed from a distance. If you take a step back, you will be able to see the picture much better.Â
It isnât a particularly charming line, Vincenzo thinks, but itâs certainly effective.Â
It takes thirty seconds for Kim Yeowon to take one step back, and then one more. It takes a minute, after, for Vincenzo to fall into step just behind her, velvet voice low as he points out the details of the painting before them. Three flags, hidden in plain sight. A warrior at the center, leading her people at the helm. He can see the way the doctorâs spine straightens, the way her shoulders drop. She fits demurely into the space he creates, nearly cheek-to-cheek with him now, and from here he can smell the expensive perfume that she wears.
âTell me, do you like the opera? If I help you, would you... care to accompany me to a show?âÂ
He knows, then, that this battle has already been won. Kim Yeowon would be their warrior at the helm. If Delacroix had La LibertĂ© on the battlefield, Vincenzo would have Kim Yeowon in the courtroom by noon tomorrow.Â
And, for a very, very brief moment, Vincenzo stands at a loss for words. The battle is nearly won, victory just within armâs reach -- but a dream stands even closer still. His vision tunnels and his stomach twists. For all of his meticulous planning, he had never, ever prepared himself for this.Â
In the glass display case to his left, he can see her reflection. Not Kim Yeowon, not La LibertĂ©. No, a ghost of a memory -- a vision, a dream -- stands three paces away.Â
Her face is half-obscured, body turned away from him as she studies a painting on the other side of the room -- ...but heâs certain he could recognize that mouth in his sleep. Could recognize it in death, could recognize it blind. Could recognize it, now, too many years later in a country that feels entirely too wrong.Â
Kim Yeowonâs voice rings like a church bell in the nearly silent art hall. He swallows thickly. He knows that heâs been found, he knows that she will have heard.Â
(He wonders what she will see, when she turns to look at him. Will she see a familiar man, admiring old art? Or will she see a bloodied man in the middle of a battlefield, still at war?Â
Vincenzo is always at war.)
He recovers, after. Yes, I would love to accompany you to an opera. Yes, please take my business card. As if underwater, his motions come slow, but his voice remains as steady as the ocean tide. Kim Yeowon leaves, none the wiser, charmed and entirely too easily won.Â
It isnât until sheâs gone, that Vincenzo realizes that there is an even more difficult battle up ahead.Â
He doesnât bother stalling. He does not try to hide. Rounding his shoulders, he goes to her, instead. Falls into step right beside her. Pretends to study the painting sheâs standing in front of, pretends as though his heart is not between his teeth, his mouth filled with blood.
âItâs been a long time,â he says quietly. His knuckles are white around the handle of his leather briefcase. âDarlene.â