Every face hung in this hall is quiet, without exception. If only the living wore their faces this quietly.

• Queen Consort JoYour words are always short, Minister, which is exactly why they linger.
  Shim EunggyuYour words linger longer still, Your Majesty, for being so warm.
• Oh SeryangMind the damp, Minister. Once the silk spoils, the face is the first thing to blur.