Where should Chang-Sun start?

‘This is hard,’ he thought, pondering about it for a moment.

He tried to talk about his memory with Xerxes, but he couldn’t think about anything in particular because…

‘Xerxes was always by my side.’ 

A shadow never wandered too far from its owner, so Xerxes had always followed where Chang-Sun had headed to. It was hard to consider their time together as just an ‘old memory’ after spending hundreds of years like that.

“You’re a bad friend.”

“Would you please stop acting lovey-dovey in front of me? Gosh, it’s embarrassing!”

“Are you really okay, my friend?”

Always together, they laughed, talked, and cried. They even had deep conversations.

“Hahaha, my dream? I always thought you were cold, but you’re now asking quite a sentimental question. Maybe it’s because of the moon, but I never knew you had such a side.” Xerxes burst into laughter. 

“… You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Chang-Sun looked away. 

“Are you sulking?” Xerxes asked mischievously.

“Forget it, if you don’t need—”

“Haha, you’re sulking.” 

“No, I’m not.”

“It’s not wrong to sulk.” Xerxes grinned. 

“I’m not sulking!” 

“Yeah, yeah, let’s say you’re not.” 

“… Shit,” Chang-Sun cursed. 

“Anyway, let’s get back to the topic. My dream? Well, I’m not sure. I just live with the flow, so I never really gave much thought to my future. If I had to...