The Immortal in the Painting

Immortal in the Painting: I no longer wish to save anyone in this world. But if you want to save that person, even if it costs me my life, I will bring them back from the gates of hell for you.

Mu Jin: Sorry, my medical skills are decent enough. Please move aside. I’m going to save someone first.

Dragon in the Clouds: The world is in my hands. Why can’t I control you, one person in it? Come here. I’m waiting for you.

Mu Jin: You’ve already got plenty in your hands. I’m the one who fell out. You don’t need to pick me up, sir. Please just hold on tight to everything else.

Moon on the Water: I always thought I was nothing but an illusion, with nowhere left in the world where I wished to linger. Then I found you, and I think I understand why I exist.

Mu Jin: Excuse me, I think someone over there is calling me.

Netherworld Flower: I would give up the world I once sought to claim, if only I could share the moonlit nights among the flowers with you. The grand ambitions I once held in my heart mean nothing beside you. I only want to hold your hand. Would you ever turn back to me?

Mu Jin: Where’s the other half of my dynamite?

Waves Wash the Sand: Red silk worn over battered armor, the world’s warlords gather. We ride with song and laugh at the heavens, our treasured swords drinking blood, striking fear even into ghosts. We fight to the death. The realm is in our hands; we break our swords and sink our boats. In this life and the next, we will never part. We watch the world’s long, unhurried days with a smile, then let the realm go.