this isn't part two but maybe part four or further.

"why is there a war, Mint?"

the boy whose body and face is older than Mint's, but with a mind too young asks with an expression full of curiosity. his hands placed onto his cheeks, elbows touching the expensive-looking marble floor, chest touching the cold surface of the floor and a pair of waving legs which will not stop rocking back and forth, Shin looks comfortable, as usual. Mint sits in front of Shin, laying his back onto an edge of the desk he owns that has always seemed too tall for him, looks up with an expression that no child is able to show. 

that face, that expression only adults can make. he is thinking deeply for a suitable answer. why is there a war? he forgot, really. it just so happened that one day, people carrying guns and heavy machinery barged into the peaceful town Mint was born in. the peace was gone, the people were dead, and Mint began fleeing with his family from war zone to war zone for as far as he could remember. 

why is there a war? no one really remembers.

"i hate the war."

Shin's tiny speech broke Mint's train of thoughts. pupils enlarged, the 11-year-old stares at Shin. he speaks.

"it's not just you, Shin. i hate the war too. everyone does. but i'm not too sure why everyone's still so pumped up for the war. i don't know why adults enjoy killing each other, screaming victory cheers and bombing the enemies' quarters. i don't want to be an adult, Shin."

Shin sits up immediately and embraces Mint into his arms.

"it's okay, Mint. i'll protect you from all the baddies. you don't have to be an adult. we'll both stay as kids forever."

despite knowing that it will never happen, Mint feels secured, safe and relieved. 

something about Shin just calms him whenever he tells him things like these.

maybe he just forgot about believing in miracles, that's all.