They've all been collected here, and the monster is still just outside the door. He wonders, but doesn't dare articulate, if they brought it here with them. If Baedal chose them and they're ruining everything; fate keeps pulling in these people with all these spider-web connections to each other, did they pull in the end of the world, too? It's a bleak thought. Jae would take his own life in an instant if he knew it would help avert oblivion for a world, but he's not anyone important. There's nothing he can do.

"I never believed in angels," he says instead, just as muted. The edges of his mouth hint at a private smile, but a tired one. "That whole thing, it never sank in with me. Did they - uhm." An awkward pause, and he does smile a bit more now, lopsided. "You're from Busan, right?" (His cute accent.) "I guess it's weird to ask if you were raised Christian." So much of Korea is, anymore.