HIS WORDS’ MEANING did not slide past him so easily. hyun choi, always a man of action. always preferring his fists or his gun to do his talking. the man sat across from him, so tired, so agitated was he that he was now spilling lies from lips that he was telling himself whilst ALONE in this god forsaken room. “ everyone talks, jian. why would you begin to believe them now? ” deep hues met jian’s, worry met with suspicion. ( yes, the realization had finally claimed him. ) did it hurt? of course it did. but disregarding feelings, hiding them away for another day —- was his SPECIALTY. it mattered naught who had caused them, not even from whom he called brother. unwavering loyalty still held his head high, “ YOU CAN TRUST ME. ”