Makuro
Yesterday (glances out at the stars), at this hour, he was shot.
Shun (slowly comprehending)
Then I have been twenty-four hours dead.
(He steps uncertainly out to the little porch. They gaze at the floor, respecting his grief. Wong Fe makes a motion to follow him. Ching stops her with a gesture, and she shrinks back. Yu Tai Shun re-enters.)
Shun
Your mercy, friends. (Crosses left, to exit.)
Ching
You will go with us now?