Jin-tae:
Look at me. Trust me.
Jin-tae:
[
pulls out Jin-seok's pen that he lost] I found this in the fire. I've been holding onto this for you.
Jin-seok:
Give it to me... when I see you again.
Jin-seok:
I wish this was all just a dream. I want to wake up in my bed, and over breakfast, I'd tell you that I had a strange dream. Then I would go to school, and you and mom would go to work.
Young-shin:
[
while trying to decide what to take along as they evacuate the house upon declaration of war] There's Kimchi pots buried in the yard. What will happen to them?
Jin-tae:
[
tears up the last will that Jin-seok was writing] Wills are for dying people. You've got to be strong.
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