[ With a bit of effort, Kwang stands up, pushing off from the ground and taking an unsteady step, his balance all different when the wings are out. He can hear them, feel them burning at his back, and he retracts them a little, just to make sure he doesn't hit anything - not even Rook - as he turns around. ]

There's a part of me that does love them. That loves what they bring me, and how beautiful they are.

[ Because he does agree that they are. ]

But it's hard to reconcile that with how I got them.

[ Kwang can't help the tiny smirk on his face, even under the circumstances. ]

I'll take that under advisement. Maybe I'm just trying to keep some secrets.

[ Like, say, one huge ass tattoo... ]