It will be someone you know, but you won't know it when you first see them. You will have to unravel it over time. It sleeps inside them like a stone in the heart of the earth, vibrating endlessly, aching to(more) thrust itself through the stratum and into our world.
When you see that person for what they are, do not hesitate.
Some find it hard to claim the bargained life when the time comes. The flesh will be familiar. Perhaps it will even be someone you love. From the outside, they will seem in every way as if this damned endeavor had never been.
But whoever they were at their core died when you brought this burden upon us.
All that's left is a husk of flesh, with a sleeping abomination wrapped up inside it. Anything you think you may have shared with them was like a secret spoken through a wall into an empty room.
This was the bargain you made. You may feel aggrieved when the time to pay arrives. But remember-- at no point did we coerce or mislead you. Top to bottom, front to back, you chose this path all on your own.
We even allowed you other walks of life, second chances-- and you chose to return here, because you found them wanting. You gave all of them up in exchange for the power we've granted you.
"Study it carefully," Seven says, before swiping his hand across the backwards pieces and back into the box.
"How am I supposed to know what it says when you only let me see it for five seconds?!"
"Use intuition. What do you /think/ it says?" Seven asks, smile teasing(more).
"Then we'll try again tomorrow."
"Then we'll try again in two days."
"...two seasons?" Yoosung sighs. Seven nods, but his smile was tired.
"A year," Seven says once, and Yoosung promises the next time, he'll read it fast enough.
"What do you think it says?" she asks once, hands carding through Yoosung's hair. She's oddly affectionate around him. Yoosung isn't sure whether or not Seven knows that.
"I never know," he says instead. "What could it say?"
"It means a lot to him," she muses, pulling her hands away to cross behind her head.
"What means a lot to Seven besides the things he loves and his job?"
She laughs at that question, almost too loud considering the depth of it. "Yoosung," she says, when she's done and is just finishing her second fit of giggles. "The answer's in front of you. And how long do you think he'll wait next time?"
A decade, Yoosung thinks. Two decades.
He begins to study.
"Oh? Let's go, then. Now!"
Upside down, backwards, in English, Yoosung has finally understood. Still, it's not easy.
"...you love me," he says.
Seven's smile disappears.
"You read it?"
"No. It's intuition."
Seven laughs sharply. "I-I never thought-"
"I'm not dumb," Yoosung says. "But...you...and her...?"
"I'm positive she feels the same way," Seven says. "How can you do so well with me and miss her feelings, too...?"
"I'm kidding. Really. I-no, we love you."(less)