[Time passes. Tetsuo shifts uncomfortably on the couch, finding anywhere to look at but Minato for most of the time. It's inevitable - he always gets tired of silence like this eventually. The push to do something, even when depression's overtaken the memory of what kept him going in the first place, eventually grows too strong.]
No one remembers if they leave, right? It's exactly like none of this ever happened. That's what everyone says.
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No one remembers if they leave, right? It's exactly like none of this ever happened. That's what everyone says.
[He pauses there, glancing back up to Minato.]