Ashton sat down next to Sylvia on the couch. Meanwhile Clint was outside taking in some lung destroyers. Ashton's mind was flooded with thoughts. Was Jin really back to normal for three days?
He figured he could talk Jin out of his new immoral ways. Maybe he could change Jin. Now that he wasn't aggressive, this was the perfect time to talk to him. The time when he became—temporarily— his old self.
Sylvia clutched her hands together, and placed them on her lap. Her hands were now touching her dark grey skirt. She heaved loudly. This was the perfect time to get Jin to understand her. To forgive her.
Given the intensity of Jin's newfound fierceness; she couldn't have a better chance to talk to him other than within these three days. She had to speak to him in private. And this was the perfect time to do so.
