Ho-seok climbed out of the crater with the cane in his hand and blood drying on his face, and he didn't wait for anyone.
Clubs fell in on his left without a word. Spades rose up out of her crouch on his right, and her three copies rose with her, and then there were six of them, and then twelve. None of them looked back at the people standing around the crater. None of them needed to. They'd walked into a lot of fights together since the world ended, the four of them, and they'd always walked in like this, and there were only three of them now.
Ho-seok felt the empty space on the far side of Clubs, the place where Jun should have been walking, and he kept going.
"Ho-seok!"
A hand caught his arm and spun him halfway around. It was Jin. His mask was crooked and his coat was torn, and he was holding Ho-seok's arm hard enough to hurt.
"No," Jin said.
"Let go of me."
