Seul didn't like leaving him.
She didn't say so. There was no point. Jin had made his choice, and when Jin made a choice, he very rarely unmade it. But as Si-on led the five of them out through the great carved doors of the church and into the bright morning, she looked back over her shoulder one last time.
Jin was standing alone in the emptying aisle, his pale robe catching the colored light from the windows. The grey-templed man had come back out through the little door behind the statue and was walking toward him. Jin didn't look nervous. He never did. He just stood there, waiting, with his hands loose at his sides.
Then the crowd shifted between them, and Seul lost sight of him.
She turned back around and kept walking.
