Jin slept for eleven hours.
When he finally woke up, the sun was already high, and somebody had left a tray of cold rice and boiled eggs outside his door with a note in Seul's handwriting. Eat this. Then shower. In that order. You smell like a church fire.
He ate it sitting on the edge of his bed. Then he showered until the water ran cold, and stood in front of the cracked mirror afterward, looking at himself.
Most of the bruises were already gone. His regeneration had worked through the night. His ribs still ached when he twisted, and there was a long pink line across his forearm that hadn't quite faded, but his body was whole again. His face looked the same as it always did.
He didn't feel the same, though. He felt like someone who had been shown exactly how far he still had to go.
He got dressed and went downstairs.
