[Alex is packing; A Farewell to Arms is the last thing that goes into the suitcase. The Chinese boy standing a few feet away is beautiful, but petulant, and very young. No more than some of the ones here, no more than sixteen.
But there's dichotomy there: this boy has a lot of power over Alex, over Blanca. A professional distinction; this boy is an employer, like a master. And it's also clear the boy is frustrated.
Yut-Lung spills Blanca's secrets first, his name, his rank in the army, his involvement in Spetsnaz, a wife. Her skin prickles; apparently, those things should have been buried in the past, though he understands Yut-Lung is using it to try to keep him from leaving. But Blanca isn't a part of any of that anymore, and it's clear Yut-Lung is curious.
Out of anyone, Yut-Lung should hear what it means to accept love, to know it, to protect it, to welcome it. To let go of bitterness and anger, and revenge, too, and look instead to love.
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But there's dichotomy there: this boy has a lot of power over Alex, over Blanca. A professional distinction; this boy is an employer, like a master. And it's also clear the boy is frustrated.
Yut-Lung spills Blanca's secrets first, his name, his rank in the army, his involvement in Spetsnaz, a wife. Her skin prickles; apparently, those things should have been buried in the past, though he understands Yut-Lung is using it to try to keep him from leaving. But Blanca isn't a part of any of that anymore, and it's clear Yut-Lung is curious.
So he has to explain.
Out of anyone, Yut-Lung should hear what it means to accept love, to know it, to protect it, to welcome it. To let go of bitterness and anger, and revenge, too, and look instead to love.
The last thing he says to him is what he thinks is something hopeful.]