[Jin’s conscious enough to know that it’s definitely Asher who’s at his side, shaking hands trying to stem the flow of the blood from his side. He can’t speak much— his throat’s still hoarse and aching, as Koltira’s shadow energy had only just wrapped itself tightly around his neck— but there’s a light of recognition in his eyes. A grunt of pain, when Asher makes a mistake and pulls his coat a little too tightly.
The pain, at least, means that he is still alive. And at least he's got company now. With Asher here, there's a little more hope that he can stay that way. He can't explain again, can't properly articulate that it's Koltira who'd done this, Koltira who'd been overtaken by something else within him, but Jin's hand reaches forward to touch Asher's arm.
He came for him. He... actually came for him.
It's a bracing thought, as his fingers weakly grasp at Asher.]
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The pain, at least, means that he is still alive. And at least he's got company now. With Asher here, there's a little more hope that he can stay that way. He can't explain again, can't properly articulate that it's Koltira who'd done this, Koltira who'd been overtaken by something else within him, but Jin's hand reaches forward to touch Asher's arm.
He came for him. He... actually came for him.
It's a bracing thought, as his fingers weakly grasp at Asher.]