[Jin feels Asher pull away: though the distance isn't much, it's enough to notice. It takes all of him not to pull him closer like he wants to do-- direct action, close contact, it really is so much easier for him. Instead, he draws a hand backward, resting it on Asher's arm.

If anything, he's wide awake now. His voice gains no volume, but it does take on a clearer, more decisive tone.]

You were doing what you had to do. Nobody could blame you for that. Not even if it went wrong.

[There's one thing that Jin knows for certain: Asher wouldn't hurt, much less kill, someone for no reason at all.

Here, now, having veered so far away from a life and an Asher neither of them are truly going to know? He can actually be right.]

It was an accident. Not like you did what you did on purpose.