Towering over Ash, Jin held a timestone in his hand, smirking. He had waited for this day to come.
Ash crawled away; struggling himself through the slew of egregious corpses. "What are you doing? What is that thing in your hand?"
Jin walked forward. "O, it's nothing. It's simply something that will cause me and you to relive a year in the past."
Ash condemned him. "No! I'm not doing that!"
Jin glared at him. "I've failed. You've failed. So there is no choice in this anymore, Ash. You don't get to have a say. Neither do I. Now, I'm forced to go back to how weak I was. And you're forced to go back to nothing. Fair play, if you ask me."
Ash shook his head. "No I don't want to do that. Will we even have our memories."
"They come back in certain circumstances. You might feel a slight Deja Vu. So yes," Jin stopped, "you'll be remembering things."
"That still doesn't make things any better!"
