I smack the wall in frustration as Emi disappears, then just as quickly force control over myself again. The look on his face is seared into my mind. I didn't fix it. Didn't make him feel better.

He's doubting me. *Me*.

I should've said something, but I didn't know what...

"Jin-san," I say roughly. "Will he be all right?" I'm not sure if I mean physically, or emotionally, or both.