Jin looks down into the crib, and tugs at his braid in contemplation.
Shion merely sighs and shakes her head, mumbling to herself.
"She looks just like you!"
"... I did not look like that, Jin."
His mouth twitches, as if he meant to retaliate. He only pulls the blanket over the sleeping infant and turns to smile at his sister.
"I can't believe you delivered a premature baby at six months because you couldn't even -- I swear, Jin, it was only three more -- you could have just --" She stomps and readjusts her glasses, "But I suppose you can never be helped."
"Shion."
"What? You should be glad she survived and is healthy --"
"It's why U-DO invented incubators."