Jin never got his answer out.
Hae-seong's fist hit him in the jaw before the warnings had even finished flashing. His head snapped sideways. His feet left the ground. He hit the courtyard stones face first and slid, and the red windows broke apart in front of his eyes like glass.
He lay there with his cheek against the cold stone.
He couldn't feel his legs. He couldn't feel his left arm at all. His right hand was flat on the ground beside his face, and he watched his fingers twitch against the paving stones as if they belonged to someone else.
Push, he told himself.
His fingers dug into the stone.
Push, he told himself again.
His arm shook. His elbow bent. His shoulder lifted half an inch off the ground and dropped back down.
Footsteps crunched on the rubble beside him. Bare feet, slow and calm, stopping a step from his face.
"Look at you," Hae-seong said quietly.
