I'm looking at Jin, and he's looking back at me. Always so much unspoken between us.

He has to sacrifice himself.

I don't want him to, and it's tearing at me inside. No matter what kind of existence he has now, no matter what hope he doesn't have for continued existence after the subdimension's destroyed. He still shouldn't have to do this.

And yet he still has to, and no one else can do it for him. I can't throw myself in front of this proverbial bullet for him. He's already lost thirteen years. Someone else should be able to take this, if anyone has to die at all. But I can't.

He puts down his blocks, and heads towards the exit.

I intercept him, a hand on his arm. "Jin. I'll come with you."