The ten minutes went by too fast.
Nobody wanted to move. They sat scattered across the wet stone of the landing, passing water bottles and the last of the rice cakes from Byung-ho's pack, nobody saying much of anything. Mina had finally let the last of her stone skin fall away, and she sat against the cliff with her eyes closed and her arms resting limp in her lap. Jinhyuk lay flat on his back again, one arm over his face. Haeun had fallen asleep sitting up, her head on Jisoo's shoulder, and Jisoo hadn't moved in case she woke her.
Jin sat on the bottom step of the stairs with the fan across his knees.
It had gone still since the rain ended. The white and grey of it had stopped shifting, like clouds on a day with no wind at all. He opened it halfway and closed it again, feeling the weight and the balance of it settle into his hand. It was a good weapon. He knew it the way he knew every weapon he had ever held.
But it wasn't his.
