He's sick. Did they stay too late in Tartarus last night...? It takes a few long minutes for reality to return to him, blinking up at his ceiling. Ah. No. That violin poster... He's in his house in Heropa, his new home. His real home, really, since he'll never be able to go back to the dorm.
Slowly the memories fade back in, like reverse evaporation, and the guilt of attacking Ken is immediate and irrational and so unfamiliar Minato's breath catches. It's like he got the wind knocked out of him, a solid blow. As it all comes back to him, the detritus of that mentality echoes in his mind again, the complete and total despair he'd given into. How he'd let apathy entrench itself further than he ever had in reality, because it was lined and defined with hurt, betrayal, anger, a dark cast to it Minato had never given himself over to before. It's so hard not to feel some trace of that, rooted as it was in things that had actually happened to him. Some small twist, and he was so close to that...
No, that's just the curse talking. Isn't it? Minato had never actually been close to that. ... Was he?
His breath continues to hitch like he's crying, but without tears. Nonetheless he throws an arm over his face, overwhelmed. Ignorant of whether anyone else is in the room.
KEN { post Pan plot }
He's sick. Did they stay too late in Tartarus last night...? It takes a few long minutes for reality to return to him, blinking up at his ceiling. Ah. No. That violin poster... He's in his house in Heropa, his new home. His real home, really, since he'll never be able to go back to the dorm.
Slowly the memories fade back in, like reverse evaporation, and the guilt of attacking Ken is immediate and irrational and so unfamiliar Minato's breath catches. It's like he got the wind knocked out of him, a solid blow. As it all comes back to him, the detritus of that mentality echoes in his mind again, the complete and total despair he'd given into. How he'd let apathy entrench itself further than he ever had in reality, because it was lined and defined with hurt, betrayal, anger, a dark cast to it Minato had never given himself over to before. It's so hard not to feel some trace of that, rooted as it was in things that had actually happened to him. Some small twist, and he was so close to that...
No, that's just the curse talking. Isn't it? Minato had never actually been close to that. ... Was he?
His breath continues to hitch like he's crying, but without tears. Nonetheless he throws an arm over his face, overwhelmed. Ignorant of whether anyone else is in the room.