"What I'm asking you to focus on is the 99% chance that we can save him. He's still fighting, even if it's hard to see. Do you know what happens when someone begins to forget? The memories start slipping, but the one thing they hold onto is the person they love most. And your uncle... Jiho, he's holding onto you. Every time I've been around him, it's like he's reliving your memories, over and over. You're the thread keeping him tied to this world."
Jiho felt her pulse quicken. She didn't want to let his words get to her, didn't want to let hope dig into her chest and take root. She had already seen how fast her uncle was deteriorating—each day he seemed further away, more lost. Her heart had been shattering piece by piece, watching the man who raised her become a stranger.
