Jin’s expression was easy to read, and it was more than clear she was rather shocked. She stared at the knife for a moment more, then glanced up at Masamune, her heart settled when she saw his expression was serious, and she let out a soft breath, closing her eyes before opening them and nodding. “Yes.” She didn’t know Kojurou was there, she didn’t sense his presence as she reached out and picked up the knife, then pulled the blade from its sheath. She had rather enjoyed the time she had spent with Kojurou, assisting the villagers as she could, spending late nights with him in his garden, but she knew that could be no more. She was already living on borrowed time, and certainly, she had seen her own Nirvana with Kojurou. She knew none of his would last forever, not for a turncoat such as herself. Setting the sheath before her on the ground, she moved the blade to her stomach, then pulled back her hand in preparation to plunge the blade deep into her stomach.