[The boy hesitates in Jin's grasp, seeming to pull away but stopping, waiting. The answer's all in the negative space-- a cry for help, however feebly voiced, deserves some answer. Some action. (He'd been angry years ago. Raiden had allowed him to fight, let loose his muscles wound up tight like springs, feel the harsh strikes of real combat-- but he had also stopped to listen. He'd been there, a solid presence when there was little else for a teenage runaway to hang onto.)
And, well, what else is he supposed to do with Ninurrta breaking down in front of him?]
Hey. C'mon.
[Jin pulls Ninurrta in closer, holding the younger boy in a tight embrace.]
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And, well, what else is he supposed to do with Ninurrta breaking down in front of him?]
Hey. C'mon.
[Jin pulls Ninurrta in closer, holding the younger boy in a tight embrace.]
You're gonna be fine.