"Every man has his secret sorrows that the world knows not. And often time we call a man cold when he is only sad."
The perfect man.
Made rough through time.
He lies, yet he is the honorable one.
He kills, yet he is the most righteous.
He is gentle...
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Jin was knocking on the door on the suffocating corridor for some time. He was feeling disgusted looking around, how did Arya survive here all these days?
Suddenly the door made a slit and a tired voice came from inside, "Yes?"
"Are the programs ready?" Jin hoped his guess be right.
"Hold on," the door closed and some ruffling sound came from insiders. The door opened again and a pale hand came out with two floppy discs in it.
He didn't wait any longer, he pushed the door open and went inside and kicked the door closed behind him, his Smith and Wesson was aiming at Arya.
He noticed she was watching him with a tired and indifferent look. Her sleepless eyes were red and puffy. Dark circles were under her eyes. With all her messy and cruel appearance, she was still the beauty he remembered from back then.
A very mild smile made surface in her lips, almost mocking Jin. She shoved her hands in the pocket of her baggy pants. "It's you." She scoffed, "Again!"
Jin put down his gun and put it back in his jacket.
"What now? I told you that I am not interested in your made-up stories."
"Yet, you waited for me." Jin indicated her towards her packed-up backpack. Clearly, She was ready to disappear again.
"Stop imagining things." She clenched her teeth, "I waited for nobody. What are you gonna do to me? Kill me? If so, get on with it."
"Why didn't you go then? I gave you enough time." Jin's words were calculated.
Arya picked up her backpack and stormed towards the door, "Then get the hell out of my way."
Jin didn't answer rather came very close to her in a swift movement.
"What…!" She was startled.
Jin pressed her against her door and pulled up her hand in front of her eyes. She was quick to respond to block him, but the man was quicker. He easily avoided her kick and whip-like attack.
Jin's thumb caressed against a faded scar on her wrist, "Nice scar."
"So what?" She tried to get off from his hold, "Let me go."
Jin brought up his left hand and removed the sleeve from his wrist, "looks similar, doesn't it?"
She looked unsurely at the scar mark on Jin's wrist, almost the same as hers. She averted her gaze, "it has nothing to do with me."
Jin didn't let her go, "You want some answers."
"You can't give those either. None can." Her voice was a little vulnerable this time, "just let me go."
"let's play a game."
She looked at him with mocking eyes, "seriously?"
Jin looked around her tiny, jumbled-up, messy room. Some unknown machinery was scattered all around, a pretty good computer set up, some books on dark webs and programming on the table, and a messed up bed. Looked like her daily necessity items were packed hurriedly in that backpack. There was a passport on the desk.
