Shinjiro's yelling didn't faze him; Jin just stood, Evoker poised at the ready, watching, and waiting. But that laugh-- he recognized that kind of laugh. It was the kind of laugh he'd heard from handfuls of kids losing their minds, handfuls of people going mad with power-- Chidori, Minato, himself and Takaya. Insanity, despair, anger, hatred-- he knew the components all too well. Funny, to think how a High and Mighty member of SEES would sink to the same level of despair as them.

He didn't flinch when Castor appeared; subconciously, his knees sunk, his stance grew wider and his muscles tensed, but he wouldn't flinch. He wasn't going to be afraid of this guy, of some other guy's persona, or this "unholy despair" bullshit. He'd stopped buying that shtick a long time ago.