[As Jin fades out, his mind doesn't hang onto much. Warmth, in spite of the chill that's come over him. Movement. His body being lifted up. Asher's voice murmuring something that seems like a comfort; a voice he doesn't quite recognize, chattering anxiously at his friend.
His eyes shut and his body goes limp. Jin manages one last message of distress-- one he should've made first, actually-- before he slips out of consciousness.
There's a part of him that's sure he'll wake up from this just fine. For now, however, he's out cold.]
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His eyes shut and his body goes limp. Jin manages one last message of distress-- one he should've made first, actually-- before he slips out of consciousness.
There's a part of him that's sure he'll wake up from this just fine. For now, however, he's out cold.]