[When the posturing falls away from Kung Jin, this is what the bluntness becomes: plain, unvarnished truth. He thinks nothing of it, because what else would he do, other than to speak his mind?]

You want to protect him, don't you. [Jin states simply, catching that nuance left unsaid. It doesn't take a lot to gather that much, though.] I know how that feels. It's like you know you can't keep anything bad from happening to him, but you wish th--