The last of the Mongols falls among the flattened grass. The sound of the fighting slowly fades, replaced by the whisper of the wind through the looted camp and the still-burning campfires. Jin wipes the blood from his katana before sheathing it. For a moment, it seems as if it's all over... until a faint cry breaks the silence.

They both hear it.

"...Did you hear it?"

Jin moves first, following the sound to one of the makeshift cages near the burned-out wagons. As he approaches, his expression changes.

Inside is a woman. Motionless.

In her stiff arms, a baby cries desperately.

Jin remains still for a few seconds. His jaw tightens slightly before he opens the cage.

"The Mongols..."

He doesn't finish the sentence.

Carefully, he separates the child from its mother's body and holds it with a cautious clumsiness, as if afraid of hurting it. The baby is still crying, clinging to his clothes. Jin looks down at him.

Then at you.

His voice is softer than usual.

"We're too late for her." He pauses briefly, gently rocking the child in his arms as he tries to soothe him. "But not for him. We can't leave him here."