Jin's fist stopped just inches from Hiro's face. His expression was unreadable. His fist completely melted, his fingers stretched out and stopped short of caressing Hiro.
He didn't feel worthy, with everything he'd done, he felt like he'd be contaminating his son. He want to cry, but he'd grown so inhumane, he was incapable of doing so in that moment.
His other hand was still gripping him tight by his suit. Hiro moved his eyes to look at the hand that was now shaking, clearly contemplating whether to touch his son or not.
Hiro didn't want to make sudden movements, so he just, waited for him to make the move first.
Those who were farther away from them didn't know what was going on, so they continued their fights.
Hiro then looked his father straight to the eyes. His kind eyes were gone, replaced by an imposter's, someone who stole his father's essence and now was parading in the shell he once was.
"Dad..." Hiro said gently, giving him the most innocent smile. Tears were streaming down his face, he couldn't believe it was happening again, he couldn't stop them.
"Hiroto," Jin muttered as if the name was familiar albeit distant from him.
His mind was covered in a mist, one that cloaked a lot of things, but it could never truly get rid of a father's love for his children. That much was clear from his demeanor, that suddenly changed at being reminded of them.
"Yuri, Isao." He continued as though he was waking up from a dreamless nightmare.
Hiro slowly moved his head closer to his shaky hand and it didn't feel as warm and as loving, the way he remembered it. His father's hand was now caressing his son's cheek. His expression was still unreadable.
"You've grown up so much since the last time I saw you." He suddenly said, attempting a smile that came out very wrong.
Those who stood to watch grimaced at the sight but Hiro didn't mind it. This was father no matter what he'd done and he found him, that's all that mattered to him.
Jin's senses were way better, as he caught the man before he could do anything by his neck. He felt a ping of guilt that, this much excited him. He was excited that he was about to kill someone, in front of his son, it broke him a little.
He didn't waste time and snapped the man's neck, even with the crack and his lifeless body dangling in the air, he didn't stop squeezing until blood splattered out.
"I'm sorry that I am not the father you remember." His smile was better than the first one, though this one carried a lot of sadness with it.
"Tha-that's okay dad, we just need to get you out of this place, I'm just glad I found you." Hiro replied, excitement couldn't be masked from his voice.
"I can't." He said simply.
"What do you mean?"
"Hiro, I've murdered so many people. I couldn't hope to raise my children as the murderer I am, worst of all, I don't even feel guilty about my deeds." He said knocking out another nosy prisoner who decided to disturb them.
"Yeah well, you had to. You're a victim in this too. You didn't have a choice." Hiro tried to reason.
"You always have a choice kiddo—"
Hiro was livid at this point, "don't you dare say that to me. I'm a murderer too then, because that's what my friends and I decided, to clean up this society."
Jin didn't answer. He simply smiled, a smile Hiro recognised. He was utterly proud of his son, he fought for a better society for all, he killed for that. While he did everything for selfish reasons.
"Let's finish this first and talk about it more, okay?" He pleaded.
Hiro nodded.