It's a supersized blackbird that sure can fly!

Jin doesn't appreciate the way Minoth wavers, taking aborted steps this way or that on the evacuation ship. Conviction is something every person, whether Human or Blade, needs, and for all he'd seemed to know where he didn't want to be, the Flesh Eater now reads as completely ignorant of his purpose and place.

He understands the need to self-suppress, and make oneself useful at complete sublimation of personal goals. It's the lot of any Blade, whether the Driver is Lora or Amalthus.

But he's giving those longing looks. He's begging for Jin to need him.

Jin, the Paragon, won't.