"... Sjin? Come on now, buddy ol' pal, hey, talk to me. Where did you get it..? You can tell me, alright?" ((to the black eye thing laughs))
Sjin shuddered at the memory, looking at Nilesy with pain in his eyes. His body was scraped and bruised beyond belief, and his heart was beyond compare. No matter what though, he would not tell. Turning away from Nilesy and walking inside the Sipsco factory, he sat on a chest, sighing. No, he couldn't tell.
"I can't Nilesy. It's no big deal really." he sighs, hanging his head, knowing that Nilesy had followed him in without looking back. He stands, trying to grin like he normally does, but it was obvious that it was a wall, a trick.
"I'm fine, really!" he tried to sound cheerful.