Jin's fist stopped just inches from Hiro's face. His expression was unreadable. His fist completely melted, his fingers stretched out and stopped short of caressing Hiro.
He didn't feel worthy, with everything he'd done, he felt like he'd be contaminating his son. He want to cry, but he'd grown so inhumane, he was incapable of doing so in that moment.
His other hand was still gripping him tight by his suit. Hiro moved his eyes to look at the hand that was now shaking, clearly contemplating whether to touch his son or not.
Hiro didn't want to make sudden movements, so he just, waited for him to make the move first.
Those who were farther away from them didn't know what was going on, so they continued their fights.
Hiro then looked his father straight to the eyes. His kind eyes were gone, replaced by an imposter's, someone who stole his father's essence and now was parading in the shell he once was.
