After stopping in a small cave for the night, the two continue walking forward. Sylph is hyped and talkative about the spontaneous storm.
"OH! And Jin, did you know these storms are said to rip the guilt and hate you hold towards the past away from you?"
"Whoever told you that must be far from knowledgeable."
"Well, no one told me that's what the ancient legends say. And how would you even know? You got some pent-up hatred?"
"Nope, just a little guilt on some actions," Jin says, attempting to dodge the conversation.
Jin suddenly stops. Looking ahead to some old ruins of a fountain.
On the fountain, Jin spots a symbol. A symbol he knows. A symbol He's used.
This symbol, it can't be!
Jin grabs his sleeve, shifting it so he can see it. The gold symbol of the Black Dragon Gang shines in the sun.
They're the same. I made this symbol over 7 years ago. I carved this symbol the day I was separated from Mori. I thought it was just mine…
Jin looks back at the fountain. He sees a flash of blood on the stone. A younger version of himself, carving a dragon's spine through bars.
Sylph grabs Jin's shoulder.
"Is everything alright?"
Jin turns to face her.
"Sylph, the symbol on my shirt is the same as the one on this fountain."
"So you got clothes from the Dragon Spirits?"
"No, I made this symbol before I even knew about anything to do with Dragon Spirits!"
"So what? You said you're not a Dragon Spirit! So it must be a coincidence, right?"
"I don't know. They're just so similar. It's almost uncanny."
"A royal? Now that's uncommon!"
Jin grasps a hand to his head, collapsing to the ground.
Dammit, what the hell was that?
"Oh, I see, I now understand."
Jin looks over to see a shadowed figure. From what Jin can tell, he looks like his brother, Mori."
A menacing laugh bounces through Jin's head. Jin screams out in pain. His head is splitting from pain.
Sylph rushes over and places a hand on his.
Sylph starts speaking, but Jin can't hear it. All Jin can hear is laughter.
"It's ok, Jin, you'll learn soon enough."
Jin tilts his head back, his mind going blank. No thoughts cross over him for a few seconds.
In a flash, Jin's entire life flashes before him. Everything he's done.
A single tear falls from Jin's eye.
"I am a monster, Sylph."
"Don't say something so preposterous!"
Jin holds up Sylph's hand.
"I'm glad to have someone who doesn't see me as a monster."
"I don't see any monsters. Just a man delving into the past a little too much."
Jin smiles, his smirk full of life. His very soul seems to glow.
"The past makes a man what he is."
Sylph turns away, trying to hide her trembling.
Jin takes one last look toward where the man once stood.
The wind whispers again. This time, it speaks to him, "Fight like hell, Jin."