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It has been a while since the death of her beloved brother. Yuna sat next to his grave and folded her hands in prayers. Jin stayed quietly next to her, not wanting to interrupt her prayers till she seemed to finish.
"He didn't want to disappoint me. He never did", Jin said proudly, standing next to Yuna, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder like she could break if he used a little more pressure. Yuna continued to stare at the grave quietly, like he could appear every second. Like he could rise from the grave and say, "Hey, I'm not dead. Why are you crying?"
But no matter how long she stared, the dead would never return.
She learned that by now.
Her cheeks became wet. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She cried.
Terrible sobs. Her anger towards the Mongols had completely vanished at that moment. All that remained was this emptiness. This incredible emptiness and sorrow. Not even when he stood on the brink of death, not even the Mongols could scare him like Yuna's cries. He bowed to face her on eye level. He had a compassionate expression that didn't look very similar to his normally stoic expression.
"Yuna...", he started, making her look up. His voice was gentle. Gentle as a mother's soothing voice yet strong and slightly deep like a father's.
"Let's take revenge for Taka together." Jin wanted to make Khan's people pay for what they did. The Khan that killed so many of his friends. That Khan that made his beloved cry. Even though he was already dead. Its effects can still be felt today. "Please help me defeat the remaining Mongols."
He also knew, she didnt have a home now. Her only home now lying deep underground.
Yuna had actually wanted to escape with Taka, to travel to another island. Perhaps there would be peace there. But Taka was dead. "I have no reason to flee anymore," she said in a trembling, tearful voice, "I'll help you."
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As those sobs continued – it didnt seem to have an end – it broke the calm and less emotional samurai warrior's heart. Jin was never a man of many words. So instead he placed a hand on her cheek and tried to wipe away the tears from Yuna's face with his thumb, that compassionate and worried expression on his face again.
It certainly surprised her and she flinched away from him. She remained silent and stared at Jin, who was now looking at her with a worried expression. His hand was hard, calloused from all the training and fighting, but it felt good, Yuna thought secretly.
Being cared for.
But instead, she turned away, embarrassed, her cheeks slightly redder, dismissed Jin and these silly feelings.
She could hear him laughing. Jin's gentle, sweet, deep laugh made Yuna's heart flutter.