[ It's the hollow sound of it that catches at him. Minato can be quiet, even quieter than he is, but there's still usually a kind of warmth to him, a presence. It's one of the things that's drawn Yu to him from the very beginning. The lack of that color is distinctive, and distinctively worrying. The concern is there on his face as they part, and for a moment, his eyes linger on Minato's expression before he turns his attention to the mask itself.
His mouth tightens, and his own fingers lift to brush the mask's smooth surface. He knows he won't be able to feel anything, because of what's been true of all the masks, but still, it looks so real...
In response to the question, he twists his wrist to make his mask visible. What was once a single hairline crack has splintered outward into a dozen, tracing wildly all across the surface of the mask. That hairline crack has become thicker, wider; it seems like the mask shouldn't be holding together at all, but somehow it still does. Yu even raps a knuckle on it, as if for emphasis; it holds together just fine. ]
It's just like this. I've been careful with it, but the cracks keep growing. [ He pulls in a breath. ] I've managed to keep it off my face, though.
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His mouth tightens, and his own fingers lift to brush the mask's smooth surface. He knows he won't be able to feel anything, because of what's been true of all the masks, but still, it looks so real...
In response to the question, he twists his wrist to make his mask visible. What was once a single hairline crack has splintered outward into a dozen, tracing wildly all across the surface of the mask. That hairline crack has become thicker, wider; it seems like the mask shouldn't be holding together at all, but somehow it still does. Yu even raps a knuckle on it, as if for emphasis; it holds together just fine. ]
It's just like this. I've been careful with it, but the cracks keep growing. [ He pulls in a breath. ] I've managed to keep it off my face, though.