“Let’s say there’s a flower.” 

“Huh?”

“I’m saying there’s a flower and the bees and the butterflies. The flower, the bees, and the butterflies all have work to do. Let’s say that they leave for work early in the morning and come home on the last train. But the honey isn’t for the bees or the butterflies to take. Where does the honey go?” 

“What do you mean, Eun-jae? The honey goes to the beekeeper.” 

Honey Cookie looked rather confused. 

Strange questions filled my mouth. Let’s say that something is there, let’s say that something that isn’t there is there. 

Let’s say, let’s say...

I flinched as I mumbled those words. What I was saying was like lying, conning, stabbing someone in the back. 

Eun-jae meets a mother and her son at the salt flat. She digs up salt for a living, but she shows none of the useless greed, humiliation of being left out from modern society, or the guilt of having sacrificed someone. Eun-jae sees the innocence and wholesomeness of someone who works hard and receives fair reward for her work. Eun-jae cries once she realizes that the woman has something that Eun-jae never had. She vows to show their photographs to Jin-ju and Honey Cookie, which implies that she wouldn’t surrender to a society that puts a price on everything and that she would keep honoring priceless values.