Minato was here-- Chidori too? Right they were back-- here. Was Ken OK?
Jin's thoughts were still cloudy, but all he knew was one minute he was grasping his torso in pain, and the next, he didn't have to; a glance down and the wound was gone. The blood was still there-- in fact, his green jacket was soaked in it (though his mind didn't think to process the differences between the red and green that had been splashed oh him). But the wound was gone, and so was the pain and the pressure on his abdomen. A few Diaramas and he actually felt-- better?
Physically at least; there wasn't much the weird healing could do for his mental state. The damage to Moros was making it hard to process what was going on when usually he could work perfectly fine under pressure. What did bring him to attention was Chidori's voice-- trembling. Why?
Jin stared blankly at her for a moment, still dizzy and confused over the lack of pain and the baffled by how large the situation escalated. Eventually though, his bearings were back. Ken was hurt and Minato was freaking out. There was no way they could fight their way out of it, and given the appearance of a group of other people willing to help Shinjiro, he didn't see a reason why they had to.
"Shit--!" Yeah, he fucked up. Bad. He realized that-- he'll make it up to them later. In one swift motion he got to his feet, adjusted the backpack on his back and grabbed Chidori's wrist, both to steady himself and pull her out of harm's way once he could make a run for it.
"Screw this guy-- it ain't our battle to deal with Aragaki's demons," He started, looking at Minato. "Let them deal with it. We got more important things to deal with." Namely making sure Ken was OK.
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Jin's thoughts were still cloudy, but all he knew was one minute he was grasping his torso in pain, and the next, he didn't have to; a glance down and the wound was gone. The blood was still there-- in fact, his green jacket was soaked in it (though his mind didn't think to process the differences between the red and green that had been splashed oh him). But the wound was gone, and so was the pain and the pressure on his abdomen. A few Diaramas and he actually felt-- better?
Physically at least; there wasn't much the weird healing could do for his mental state. The damage to Moros was making it hard to process what was going on when usually he could work perfectly fine under pressure. What did bring him to attention was Chidori's voice-- trembling. Why?
Jin stared blankly at her for a moment, still dizzy and confused over the lack of pain and the baffled by how large the situation escalated. Eventually though, his bearings were back. Ken was hurt and Minato was freaking out. There was no way they could fight their way out of it, and given the appearance of a group of other people willing to help Shinjiro, he didn't see a reason why they had to.
"Shit--!" Yeah, he fucked up. Bad. He realized that-- he'll make it up to them later. In one swift motion he got to his feet, adjusted the backpack on his back and grabbed Chidori's wrist, both to steady himself and pull her out of harm's way once he could make a run for it.
"Screw this guy-- it ain't our battle to deal with Aragaki's demons," He started, looking at Minato. "Let them deal with it. We got more important things to deal with." Namely making sure Ken was OK.