“Chang-Sun, you’re Cadmus now.” Gramps faintly smiled. 

“Fuck! I told you I don’t want that weird name!” Chang-Sun shouted. 

“You little rascal, would it kill you to just take it and say thank you? You’ll accept it anyway, so why do you always have to grumble?” Gramps chuckled. 

“Gosh, okay, okay! Just stop talking! You’re bleeding!” Chang-Sun bit his lower lip. 

“Hahaha, I know my body the best. It’s too late for me.” Gramps gently shook his head. 

“Fuck! Don’t say that! You’ll bring bad luck!” Chang-Sun continued to yell at the top of his lungs. 

“Just remember that you’re Cadmus from now on. Starting tomorrow, you have to take care of that child. Ithaca may seem more prideful than anyone, but she’s actually kind…” Gramps instructed. 

“Cut it out! If you’re worried about her that much, then keep taking care of her!” Chang-Sun interrupted. 

“… That’s why you have to take care of that child…” Gramps gently said. 

Chang-Sun remembered a conversation that happened in a situation so blood-filled that he didn’t really want to recall it. Despite bleeding profusely, Gramps repeatedly asked Chang-Sun to protect his Guardian, and Chang-Sun told him to be quiet several...