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Chung Myung will walk around the sect grounds and think about something that ended a long time ago. He couldn't believe it, he never did have the time to lament (he wanted to say goodbye).
Yearning is a painful feeling. Chung Myung longs for the day when he sees his sect brothers again, his brothers .
When Yoon Jong confesses to knowing memories of a past disciple of Mount Hua, Chung Myung isn’t the first person to be told. He actually received appreciation for his imagination and creativity. Memories of a person who lived possibly decades ago (according to Yoon Jong's claims) are impossible, that is, to most people.
Chung Myung is no stranger to the reincarnation business, and all that is similar to it. For just an instant he wants to suppose it's someone who “came back to life” just like him. This idea is established to be wrong, following a scrutinizing study of Yoon Jong's behaviors and such. Nonetheless, Chung Myung hopes.
Maybe he hoped more for a friend than he did a helping hand. Even if he never did outright ask Yoon Jong to recount his strange memories from another life he made the effort to learn them indirectly. He quickly stopped trying at all to keep up with Yoon Jong's special dreams, since he already knew, and couldn't bear to recount. Having Experienced them from another's perspective.
Skin carries more weight than the stray memories of a dead man, Chung Myung knew that much. Certain restless souls crawl their way back into a vessel, and some sway in the wind forever, thickening the air with consistent whines. Is he getting old or has the world been bleak since then? He guessed Yoon Jong had big-ish ears, maybe he hears the whispers of people who had died paltry deaths? None of it matters .
Chung Myung longs for the day he will see his sect brothers again, of his Mount Hua. The mountain that took over his lives. The disciples that look so inexperienced to him shiver when his stare lingers on one of them for a second too long, his gaze looking a little farther away to a place that exists only in the deepest troughs of his memory, everything felt so light then.
He could built it all back up inch by inch but some places can't be completed again with just stone and spirit.
Chung Myung looks at Yoon Jong with yearning, sometimes he swears he sees somebody else.