"She's not of this world. She's fascinating. My God gifted her to me for my loyalty, for my suffering and my burden." He wished he could greet Yoongi like an old friend, hold him and kiss him, maybe go drinking but his heart was heavy and cold. He heard Jin beg but it fell on deaf ears. When he turned his head, he didn't look at Jin, he looked at Beauty. They spoke in an odd language, words that were hard to catch.

How soon will he die?

Soon. I went for the throat. He has an hour.

Ten nodded and considered his options, idly tilting his head to Yoongi, not seeming as stressed as Jin was. More casual. Perhaps it was shock. "You swore to avenge me? That's adorable. You looooove me."