"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 took a quick glimpse at his lower chest, expression still unchanged. His white dress was already a bloody mess.
He again gazed in front and asked, "Remember the address on the book?"
"Yes." Arya nodded in agreement.
"Go straight to him."
"We are being chased," Arya yelled, "I am pretty sure they had spycams in his house and located us this fast. But if you think I am gonna leave you here, again? Not gonna happen."
Jin sighed and gave her a look.
"Don't look at me like that. You are injured." Arya tried to reason.
"Stupid." Jin looked in front.
"It's the second time you are calling me this." Arya glared, "what did I do?"
"You don't know?"
"I wish I knew," Arya complained, irritated a little. She didn't like Jin playing the hero every time while she knew she didn't need his protection or sacrifice.
Jin didn't respond.
"Are you gonna tell me, or what?" her voice lifted a little, "you know it's a lot disturbing when you decide to go mute at a crucial time."
Jin's brow knit a bit when he looked at Arya. His expression was changed a little, a bit stiff and stern, his eyes expressing the rarest thing openly- irritation.
He again looked in front and closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened his eyes, his face was solemn and composed again. He was quick to regain his composure and get back control.
Arya was a little in a reverie. She thought to herself, did she see right? Was it fury in his eyes? The expression- he seemed quite angered. What did she do to flare him up?
"Jin?"
Jin's fists were clasped on the steering wheel but he remained silent.
"Are you mad at me?" Her tone was surprised realizing he was actually angry.
"Shut up."
"What did I do?!!" Arya scowled and reached to lift his blood-soaked cloth to assess the wound.
His one hand grasped her wrist hard and seethed, "Don't touch me."
"Alright alright, big man!" She raised her hand in retreat, "cool. But you have to tell me why are you mad at me?"
"You want to get killed?" This time Jin looked directly into her eyes.
"Why would I?" Arya mocked, "why? Do I look like I want to die?"
Jin's face hardened once again before concentrating on driving fast.
"Ok, ok sorry. I won't make fun again," Arya grinned, "I am serious."
