I want Seoul too. He barely noticed how tightly Daejeon was clutching him, lost in his own thoughts and woes. "Seoul doesn't hate you," he murmured, rubbing Daejeon's back. This was weird. He was doing this again, comforting. He could do it better now. He could actually help. "He loves you, he loves all of us," he said. "That's why he left... Because he didn't want to hurt us." His voice was quiet, unsupported, and completely unlike Daegu. And suddenly, he was mad. Not at Seoul, not at Daejeon, but at himself. He was mad that he let Seoul leave. He could've said something, might not have talked him out of it, but tried. The three of them had always been together, always with each other, always for each other and now one of them was gone and it felt like someone had ripped out a third of Daegu's heart and burned it. "You're our heart," he murmured. "I'm our mind and Seoul's our soul. Without one, the other two suffer."