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JUSTIFICATION.
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Namjoon's body shuddered in his bedstead as he awakened in the midmost of the nightfall from his articulate reverie. He was delighted that he was able to productively request upon Yoongi, using the celestial realm to exchange to the older male concerning the strained associations among them. In a way, he felt abashed of beating the certainty from him circling around Hoseok and what had befallen, however he knew it was for the finest.
Rising from his bedstead, he walked over to that unchanged opening in his chambers, eyes falling on the accustomed prospect of the municipal of Asadal before him, illuminated by the brilliant light of the complete moon. In the vastness, he was able to hear lenient susurrates and chuckles of inhabitants who were still awake, preferring the night over the day, venerating the moon instead of the sun for bringing them existence and sunlit. His head sensed weighty, full of incumbrance and trepidations due to what his life had become lately, it was judicious, but he distinguished he had to remedy everything that was stopping separately.
He supposed himself to be the facilitator of Gojoseon's collapse, he miscarried to be a prodigious king and ruler unlike his father and what the phantasmagorias would portray him to be, tarnishing his affairs with Beonjoseon and outstanding at remoteness with Makjoseon.
Recollecting the discussions, he had with Hoseok and then Yoongi, Namjoon grasped how inconsistent they truly were.
They were divinities — they cannot be imperfect.
Even if they were of human age, their spirits were eternal, possessing bodies that they transformed once the physical abilities of theirs came to completion, disparate erstwhile spirits.
The three were inquiring and thus proclaimed themselves as custodians of their own establishments, leaving the godly realm to walk the crust where humans breathed.
His mind wandered to an earlier encounter with his cousins who were accused of being unfaithful to Gojoseon and aiding Makjoseon with its occupation.
Walking through his hallways of the palace of Asadal, Namjoon was prepared to face those who had despised him eternally.
"Brothers Kim of the Malga," the King greeted the two men as soon as he entered the chamber where they were kept, untied per Namjoon's request, merely guarded by the royal guards, "I hope that we can talk today," he bowed.
At that, Seokjin's head turned, and he saw the King standing at the doors, wearing cobalt mantles instead of his common red silk that he already had time to change from, eyes undemanding and face blank. The two brothers had spent a few hours at the assigned chambers, away from the audience, speculating over what their destiny will be. Contrasting his brother, Taehyung soared from the cushion he sat on and fell on his knees, dropping his head as he bowed for the King, "your majesty," he welcomed, not raising his head as he waited patiently for the King's permission.
