The shadow watched its children died. It sighed in lamentation. Jin and Young were part of it, yet they were also separate entities, with their own thoughts. The shadow chose these two, as it felt, within the myriad of souls he had copied, these two had the greatest urge to live one more time.
"So this is what true death feels like." The thing clenched its fist. The thoughts of Jin and Young returned, assimilating with it once more, their thoughts gentle. "What I have lost in size, I gained in strength."
Hassan fell to the ground, laying right next to Ji-ah. The pain in his eyes made him unable to faint, yet, he only saw darkness. He heard Ji-ah cough right next to him, and a dry chuckle escaped him.
