Jin's mask was torn apart in the heat of battle, and you were right there with him when it happened.

As you witnessed his panic, he fell to his knees, and instinctively, you rushed to his side, gripping his shoulders tightly while he clutched the remnants of his mask, tears cascading down his face.

“I can’t take it... I can’t take it... No, no, no... I don’t want to—” Jin gasped, his breath quickening, and the frantic rise and fall of his chest filled you with concern.