Mysterious World

Settling the dispute of going after one another's necks, he looked around at the colorful forest, finding the vibrant leaves humming with shifting shades, "This place is just weird all around, isn't it? Just have to survive a week, though. A week then it's done."

"Think it's that simple?" Jeong-Hui asked, adjusting his hood. 

"What?" Finn questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

"I mean that after a week, it will all be done. Sorry, but I hesitate to put any trust into whatever put us into this situation in the first place. Who's to say when the week is up, we aren't just thrown into another hell?" Jeong-Hui theorized, shrugging his shoulders. 

It wasn't exactly something he could argue against, after all, it was a rational enough thought. Still, clinging onto those sorts of pessimistic views felt like willingly stabbing oneself in the foot. 

"Then what're you still fighting for?" Finn asked.