Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

He is quiet for a long moment. The city hums below them. "No," he says. Just that. Just the truth, the way he always gives it — plain and without performance. He exhales slowly beside her. And in the quiet that follows, the Ghost of Seoul and the woman who survived him stand together at the edge of everything they built from ruin — and neither of them looks back.