The Diarama was little more than a momentary respite-- it was enough for Jin to collect a semblance of his mental bearings again, and readjust his askew glasses enough to notice that Ken was here. He must have followed him. Probably because Aragaki was here. And he had enough bearings to notice Minami-- He was pretty sure it was Minami. But when he saw her approach, he couldn't think to do more than stare. He wanted to tell her to back off, but he hardly got the chance or sense to say anything.

Moros took the Bufu attack with little more than what would appear to be a scoff for a normal person; Jin flinched, though Moros didn't care. The next thing he knew the spear was gone and Jin was finally able to let out a pathetic cry of pain. The blood was coming out faster. He was starting to feel more dizzy.

Another scream as Nemesis sawed into Moros-- green blood splashed out as even Moros gave in to screams of pain. Jin shakily brought one hand to his head, the other subconsciously trying to grab his wound, as if it would even dull the pain. Make him shut up make him go away--

He got his wish at least in that respect. Moros was too injured-- nearly sawed in half-- neither Jin's physical body nor his mind could stand the burden of the Nemesis' blades any more. It disappeared in a flurry of blue light, dripping that ghastly green blood. Jin couldn't do much more than stare at Castor head on at this point. If he died right now, so be it. The only thing straight in his head right now was that he wasn't going to give him the pleasure of being scared.