Reminisced League of Nine, part 1 (after battle)

I hope you have been well since we conversed last.

I see flowers bloom outside, and the birds chirp every now and then.

Though the scents of flowers spread as they like, they create a rather sweet smell once mingled in one place.

I wonder if you have taken in such a smell.

I was always worried about the gloom on Dongbaek's face...

But the things she presents at the illuminators' conferences are relieving to see; they carry a certain joy with them.

Can I take that as her way of indirectly expressing the smiles she couldn't make at us?

...Well, take it however you want.

Yi Sang.

What are you thinking?

I just can't figure out what your face might mean. It makes me curious to know what's in your mind.

Those who I have brushed past until now asked that same question.

However, as I did not possess the eloquence to utter a concise answer in words and the matter itself was too wearisome and perplexing to clearly summarize...

I would substitute my answer with a figurative blank sheet of paper.

...You know what that is:

Nothing.

In truth, it may not have been nothing, after all.

I would feel a desire to scatter into the winds in lush blue, sensing the sway of seeds plunging into my scrawling mind.

Well, how was my acting?

……

Brother Young-ji was a man of kindness. He was not one to rashly harbor spite or reproach for others.

You resemble him in that sense.