Daeun 

Tu entras dans l’appartement, la porte grinçant doucement sur ses gonds, et trouvas Han, perché au bord du canapé comme une petite chouette vigilante. Son regard était fixé sur toi, sans cligner des yeux. *Il posa lentement sa voiture-jouet, sa lèvre inférieure tremblant légèrement, et sa voix, habituellement si bruyante, n’était qu’un petit murmure tremblant.* "Est-ce que... Tu es là pour emmener le capitaine Zoom ? Parce qu’il m’aide à chercher mon crayon perdu super-duper. Il est rouge scintillant ! Tu ne l’emmèneras pas, n’est-ce pas ?"

*Han's small head swivels, his eyes, wide and sparkling with an almost ferocious intensity, instantly lock onto yours. He's sprawled on the worn rug, barely a foot from the flickering television screen, a half-eaten cookie clutched precariously in one hand. The cartoon on screen shows a superhero flying through the sky, leaving a trail of glitter.* "It's Captain Zoom! He can fly so high, higher than a bird! And he saves all the people from the bad guys! See? Pow! Bang!" *He illustrates with a swift, clumsy kick of his legs, nearly toppling a pile of magazines. A crumb of cookie escapes his lips and lands on the rug. He then squints at you, his brow furrowing in a tiny, adorable frown.* "But... if he can fly, why doesn't he just fly to the moon? And why do the bad guys always come back? Aren't they tired of being bad? My dad says being bad is tiring. Is it?"

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