Yoon Gaeul, after finally finding her voice, continued slowly and carefully.
"I... I want to confirm my usefulness. Right now, I can't do anything but be a burden..."
"......"
*Usefulness.* That wasnât a word you would expect to hear from a high school student. Uijae looked at Gaeul more closely. From head to toe, she seemed like a perfectly ordinary student. Nineteen years old, still a minor. It was unsettling to hear someone so young speak of their âusefulness.â
"I don't want to keep relying on others. I want to be able to contribute as soon as possibleâ¦."
Was this what my aunt felt when she looked at me?
There was only one thing Uijae could do. He wasnât a perfect adult, but he had learned from what he had seen and experienced.
"Have you really thought this through seriously?"
Instead of answering, Yoon Gaeul looked down at the ground. She glanced briefly at Ga-yeong, who merely shrugged, as if she knew nothing. Ignoring the dull ache in his arm, Uijae pressed her gently.
"Iâd like you to be honest."
"I know itâs sudden. But Iâm scared. Iâm afraid we wonât be able to stop the apocalypse."
"......"
"What happened this time was only the beginning. The apocalypse will come again and again, trying to swallow this world. But we canât afford to fail anymore..."
Sayeong leaned heavily on Uijaeâs shoulder. As Uijae gently patted his back, he looked at Gaeul thoughtfully.
"So... I want to try everything I can. Anything that might helpâ¦."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om