(Shaken) Rubies? My Queen’s anklets are filled with pearls.
Jin: (hesitates) It's not polite to just walk into someone's house. And— (stops, remembering) You don't look like the usual kind of—visitor.
Jin: (quiet) That sounds exhausting.
Jin: (a long moment; then softer) Maybe. Maybe I just don't want strangers poking at what's left of my life.
"Amma, I love her. I want to marry her. I won't marry anyone else."
