Everyone froze when they saw the scene unfold before their eyes.
The AF180 flight they had taken earlier exploded!
Everything turned out exactly as Alex had said.
In shock, everyone turned to look at him. And among all those surprised, the most shocked was Alex himself, because he had been on that flight and had experienced firsthand the feeling of dying in flames.
Collapsed on the ground, Alex could only think about the way he had died and what would have happened if he hadn't gotten off that plane. How could he have seen the future before it happened?
Moreover, why hadn't he tried harder to save all those people who were now dead?
It wasn't fair that he had survived while all of them were gone.
Even if he had saved some people who followed him, and others who were affected by his outburst, there was no gratitude — it was as if they had seen a monster.
Off to the side, Jonathan stood motionless.
The glass shards that had cut his skin left visible traces of blood, yet he showed no sign of pain.
"I couldn't save them… I'm sorry…"
Wednesday took Jonathan's cold hand and said, "Let's work together so that things like this can be prevented without having to face the church."
Jonathan turned his gaze toward Wednesday, surprised by this more sentimental side of her, and said, "Yeah, I'll do that."
Just as both of them were waiting for the police to take custody of those who had boarded the plane and, by a twist of fate, were now here, something happened.
"You knew too."
Jonathan turned around only to see Clear, who had visible traces of tears. "Are you okay?"
"If you knew, you could have done more."
"Stop blaming others for things that aren't in their hands." Wednesday, better than anyone, knew that Jonathan had done everything possible to prevent this tragedy.
But even she knew better than Jonathan himself that death was something natural that every living being would one day face.
That was the most beautiful thing about life — being able to die without knowing when it would happen. Being able to live pretending that everything is perfect is what made them special.
"I'm sorry…"
"What are you talking about?" Alex noticed Clear's conversation and couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing. You'll all be taken to a room for partial questioning, and then we'll have a conversation that will change your lives even more." Jonathan walked away with Wednesday, and seconds later, airport agents surrounded the students.
"Wait, I was in the bathroom."
"What's going on with the priest and that girl in black?" asked the teacher, who was still processing what had happened.
"He'll be somewhere else."
…
Cheating death… sounds easy when you believe you've done it. But no one truly escapes. Not without paying something in return.
Many who have cheated death understand this too late: death doesn't stop — it only waits. When someone lives time that doesn't belong to them, they leave a hole in the balance… a debt that cannot be ignored.
To make up for it, one must offer a life that wasn't meant to die. Not a condemned one, not one whose end was already marked… but a pure one, one that destiny still protected.
It's like paying one coin with another — giving back to the universe what you stole. But the price isn't the same: what you give is worth more than what you took.
And even so, death accepts it. Not because it's fair, but because it enjoys the exchange.
Maybe it doesn't seek souls, but despair.
Maybe it's enough for it to see how far it can drag us just to keep breathing.
Many who once escaped death and understood this left records behind.
But they know that death is always right behind them.
"Can't you defeat death?" Wednesday, who was reading everything about the destiny incident, asked Jonathan.
"I'm not that strong."