[He turns to Jaime, frown softening into a look of curiosity. It's weird to think about: Jaime not knowing enough. About someone this many years older years older than him admitting that he could possibly be lacking in something. As much as Ken insisted that he was only six years younger than the others, those years made all the difference for them. Six years was enough to leave him a child even as everybody went into their adulthood. So you don't get everything figured out before you end up in college or a job? What the heck?
Before answering, he gets himself out of the ball he'd curled up into earlier. Stretching his legs, scooting to the edge of the seat cushion so he can be sitting closer to Jaime and so the guy doesn't have to lean forward so precariously to reach him.
He doesn't bring up the thoughts that are surfacing now that the others are receding for now. He still has doubts, and as much as he wants to hold on to this, this world and the people he met and the things he's learning here, he listens to Jaime talk and he wonders: How much time do they have? How much time do any of them have? Jaime told him before that time stops while you're away from your home world. That you'll go back to whatever time you were originally from, and you can't, as of yet, take anything from here back with you. To Ken, that knowledge was enough to separate himself from the "Ken Amada" that exists back there. The Ken that Minato, from the future, remembers at his point in time, is not a Ken that knows Nonah or De Chima, and it's unlikely at this point that he'll be able to return to Iwatodai as the Ken he is now, here.
He thinks back to his conversation with Hiro in New York when he was told the brothers' plan to save Tadashi, and how by doing so, by erasing the incident that ended Tadashi's life, Hiro as he is now will probably cease to exist. Even if he's still Hiro, he won't be this Hiro. At the same time, whoever Hiro becomes here can't return to San Fransokyo. Whether they're already dead like Shinjiro or still alive, unless someone works something out, they can't exist anywhere else.
"What's the point?" Where is there a need to think about the future when it might not exist anyway, whether he decides to end his life or live it out here? He sighs, quietly, and his head drops back to Jaime's shoulder.]
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Before answering, he gets himself out of the ball he'd curled up into earlier. Stretching his legs, scooting to the edge of the seat cushion so he can be sitting closer to Jaime and so the guy doesn't have to lean forward so precariously to reach him.
He doesn't bring up the thoughts that are surfacing now that the others are receding for now. He still has doubts, and as much as he wants to hold on to this, this world and the people he met and the things he's learning here, he listens to Jaime talk and he wonders: How much time do they have? How much time do any of them have? Jaime told him before that time stops while you're away from your home world. That you'll go back to whatever time you were originally from, and you can't, as of yet, take anything from here back with you. To Ken, that knowledge was enough to separate himself from the "Ken Amada" that exists back there. The Ken that Minato, from the future, remembers at his point in time, is not a Ken that knows Nonah or De Chima, and it's unlikely at this point that he'll be able to return to Iwatodai as the Ken he is now, here.
He thinks back to his conversation with Hiro in New York when he was told the brothers' plan to save Tadashi, and how by doing so, by erasing the incident that ended Tadashi's life, Hiro as he is now will probably cease to exist. Even if he's still Hiro, he won't be this Hiro. At the same time, whoever Hiro becomes here can't return to San Fransokyo. Whether they're already dead like Shinjiro or still alive, unless someone works something out, they can't exist anywhere else.
"What's the point?" Where is there a need to think about the future when it might not exist anyway, whether he decides to end his life or live it out here? He sighs, quietly, and his head drops back to Jaime's shoulder.]
I don't even have any hobbies.