Cold enough to chill my bones

[Wang Yuan]

Heh heh... something told me you would. Do you want to meet me at the Fern St. Cafe? I might have a few ideas that would interest you.

[Ahn Bongju]

Yes.

[Wang Yuan]

But before we do that, I'm going to need some background on you and this Celestial. How long have you guys been together? How did you... er... become a Yin?

[Ahn Bongju]

It's been over 200 years.

I'm not sure what you mean. Are there different ways to become a Yin?

[Wang Yuan]

*whistles* That's a long time to only be able to touch one person. Yikes. And I mean... how did you die? People die in different ways, right, when they become a Yin? Their soul has to be freed from the body, it links with the Celestial's, then it's kinda... shoved back into the body, blah blah blah. You know, that whole thing.

[Ahn Bongju]

He killed me.

[Wang Yuan]

...like. With his own two hands?

[Ahn Bongju]

Yes. Is that not normal?

[Wang Yuan]

Uhhhhhh... no. Usually people set up some kind of accident, or... you know, get somebody else to do it. I don't know of many celestials who have done the deed themselves.

[Ahn Bongju]

...
Yet he won't do it now.

I don't understand.

[Wang Yuan]

Have you ever killed anybody before? It really messes with you, you know. Most people only take that with them to their deathbed but for celestials and yin that's... like... hundreds of years. So... you know. Better to let someone else do the deed.

[Ahn Bongju]

I've never needed to kill somebody.

[Wang Yuan]

Well aren't you lucky. Believe me, that kind of thing stays with you. But I'm sure your guy had his reasons. *pause* Is he seeing somebody else? Is that why he's all ignoring you now?

[Ahn Bongju]

Is he?

I don't know. I don't think so.
He's not himself anymore. But I know he's still there.

[Wang Yuan]

Hm. Where have I heard THAT before? Is he acting secretive? Going out at weird hours and not telling you where? Getting cold and distant?