Seo didn't come forward.
He stood across the stage with his hand resting lightly on his chest, where the long cut had finally closed, and watched Jin with an expression that hadn't been there before. The easy smile was gone. The curiosity was still there, but it was sharper now, pointed, like a knife that had just been taken out of a drawer.
"Do that again," he said.
Jin didn't answer. His arms were still shaking, and he didn't trust his voice not to shake with them.
He knew how this went. He'd watched it happen the whole fight. Every cut he landed, Seo healed. Every limb he took, Seo put back. And every time Jin reached for something stronger, it cost him more than it cost Seo. If this became a long fight, a fight of trading blows until someone broke, it wasn't going to be Seo who broke first.
So he couldn't trade. He had to end it.
Jin closed his eyes for half a second and remembered the clearing.
