Well, fuck them. [he says, words firm, the hands sliding up Asher's arms gentle.] How the hell were you supposed to know they were trying to get away with murder?

People want you here, Ash. I want you here, I--

[Jin falters. Even now, the weakness in him, the doubt-- it's difficult to expose, a raw nerve.]

I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. Once all this is over, when we've handed Zymandis' asses to them, you don't even have to go back to those people.

[People who'd shut him out. People who would make him feel like nothing.]