[That handkerchief is swiftly soaked in snot and tears, leaving Jin Ling's face clean even if the telltale redness will take a bit longer to subside. Everything this girl is saying feels so contrary to what he's been told. He's always been told that one has to look strong and infallible at all times, or that crying is something to be outgrown (and is especially unseemly on men). But he wants to believe it, if at least so he doesn't have to feel like he's failing again just because he can't take any more.

And also he likes to think of the rest of the Jin clan - the ones most responsible for making him feel this way - as idiots. That bit brings a slight smile to his face, even as he sniffles.]

I'll have until whenever these Prismals decide to send me back to do anything. I doubt I'm recognized as anything here.

[Is that a blessing in disguise? He wouldn't have to care-- but he's never known anything but caring about his reputation and his pride.]

So... I don't know what to do.

[Could he really live just like anyone else for a while? It's such a strange thought.]