Like all Tuann, he had an ageless quality to him that made it impossible to guess his ages. Whether he was a hundred years or a thousand, his face would never age, except for the weight of experience in his eyes.
Despite the lack of clues regarding his number of years, he had a calm reserve that said he was much older than he looked.
His face was the sort that stayed with you long after its owner had dismissed you as unimportant. His hair was short and cut close to his head.
His gold eyes were striking against the backdrop of his light brown skin. They were the first thing anybody would notice about him. Those eyes made you feel like there was no escape. They saw everything.
For someone used to her secrets, that wasn't necessarily a good thing.
Seeing him next to Devon, it was impossible to mistake their resemblance.
There was a trace of awe and relief on Devon’s face as he looked up at the man.
Jin moved closer to Kira. “Who is that?”
Seconds passed as Kira studied Jin, surprised he needed to ask. Did he really not know?
Devon and the man’s features held enough similar characteristics to those of Jin’s original form.
After a moment, Kira mentally sighed.
Perhaps it wasn’t so surprising after all that he didn’t recognize the link between himself and them. It had been decades since he’d had that form.
The memories were no doubt hazy. It wasn’t like they’d spent the time in the camps admiring their reflections. Kira couldn’t recall a single time she’d looked at a mirror in that time. If she took all that into account, it was almost understandable Jin didn’t see what Kira did.
"You really don't know?" Kira asked.
"Should I?"
Kira started to scrub one hand down her face and paused, eyeing it in distaste. Her hand dropped.
“You find nothing familiar about that man? Nothing at all?”
“No?” Jin made the word a question.
For someone so smart, Jin could be awfully obtuse at times.
He inched closer to Kira when she didn’t say anything else. “Are you going to tell me?”
Kira debated with herself for half a second. She’d prefer to make this sort of revelation in privacy, but knowing Jin, now that he sensed something, he wouldn’t let the matter drop.
Kira did something she rarely did since their comms were so much easier to use and caused less side effects later on. She reached out with her mind to project her thoughts at him.
“Think of me and Harlow.”She sent him a pointed look.
Jin’s puzzlement flooded the link, suppressing Kira’s emotions.
This was the biggest reason they didn’t use this method of communicating often. It tore gaping holes in the boundary between their minds, making it hard to distinguish where one started and the other left off.
“You mean you think he’s my uncle?” Jin said, choosing to use the comms rather than their mental link.
“Close.”
Kira waited for the pin to drop. When several seconds passed and Jin seemed no closer to the answer, she shook her head.
“I’m not certain but I think he might be your father.”
Jin’s eye swung toward the two. “Kira, there’s at least an eighty percent chance that he and Devon are related, judging by the similarities in their features.”
