So perfectly encapsulating of everything insidiously wrong with the Asian American experience in its most extreme, everything fucked up with the model minority myth, with the imported repressed beliefs and behaviors that I still struggle to understand and make peace with (utter obedience and respect, filial piety, patriarchal familial structures). Mixed feelings about Jin still beating Mae after all these years, although the reasoning makes sense (that she was about to leave him, and that he was unable to come to terms with this in any sort of well-adjusted manner). Kyung is so, so, so...SO fucked up. The kind beyond saving and past change, the kind that makes me wonder if he was always going to turn out this way—but that's the thing, we'll never know, because he was so shaped and so traumatized by his childhood and the way he was raised, and bears such a massive fucking chip on his shoulder, like Connie said, about everything. Maybe a better person would have been able to rise above the occasion, but not Kyung, and that's what made the story so sordid and yet so hard hitting.