[ Rook hears all the things that Jiho isn't saying, hears the sincerity, hears the echo of promises and time that lay between them. the demon hears the 'we' and knows what that means, knows that there is a choice there, a choice that he has a say in. Rook-- well, he would never ask that of Jiho, would treasure what time he was given and mourn him when he passed but--

"if we let Yongseon turn me"

there is another option. Rook stills a little, hands still curled against the heat of Jiho, and thinks about what is being said. about the option.]

You don't-- I would never-- [ breathe. heartbeats in his ribcage rattling the marrow of him. Rook moves just enough to stare at Jiho, nose to nose.] You have that choice, Jiho. I will never ask that of you, I love you too much for that.