Min-Soo: I know you want me to go save him or whatever, but you should probably know that minutes in this world are days in Hell. He's...not around. And even if he was, I don't play hero anymore.
*Seok looked down at the camcorder in Fuchsia's hand lazily, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. This was either a death sentence or a ransom request, and something told him these people didn't take hostages. Taking a shuddering breath, he gingerly placed his hand on the small of Fuchsia's back and herded them back into the safety of the cave. There was no point why they should stay out there any longer and risk being taken with Sang, he reasoned.
*When they reentered the dimly-lit cavern, he avoided meeting anyone's gaze, continuing onward in silence to the room he shared with...with...f-ck. Seok bit his lip and paused midway, leaning against the wall to run a hand through his hair in frustration. He could feel Min-Soo's eyes on him. Watching, waiting, analyzing his every move. With a heavy sigh, he lifted his gaze up to look at Myung and Trenton, trying to force the words out despite the lump in his throat.
Seok: We found...that. *He nodded at the camcorder still in Fuchsia's hand. And um...we found...his shirt.
Myung: *A stab of guilt struck his heart, but he tried to stay calm on the outside for Seok's sake. Have you watched it yet? *Seok shook his head.
Seok: *His eyes shifted away again, and he replied in a faint whisper. I'm not sure I want to.
Myung: You should. Maybe they're holding him somewhere? Pierce held you hostage for a while.
*Seok nodded, taking a deep breath as he tried to convince himself that may be true.
Seok: Okay. I'll watch it.