No one can tell you how to feel about dying, Yu-san. [There is a gentle quietness to Minato's words that seems both characteristic yet unusual, as if he's fully focused on the subject yet lost in his own thoughts.
The sky is blue from his point of view under the tree, as blue as the last view of the sky he truly remembers. ...Funny how he's thinking about this when they're talking about a painless but horrifying death and not a peaceful death.
Does it really matter though? Death is death; you live and you die, and it's the journey between those doors that matters most in the end.]
It's funny, you know. That's the same thing I said to you back then, and yet I can't tell you what's supposed to be the 'right' thing to say...maybe there isn't one. [He turns to look at Yu then, hands still in his pockets.] Maybe it's not right to think that you might not have had a second chance when we're all already on our second and last chances just by being here. [There's a shadow of a smile that disappears in but a flicker; he doesn't know how long a time he has here, but he feels he'll never have another.]
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The sky is blue from his point of view under the tree, as blue as the last view of the sky he truly remembers. ...Funny how he's thinking about this when they're talking about a painless but horrifying death and not a peaceful death.
Does it really matter though? Death is death; you live and you die, and it's the journey between those doors that matters most in the end.]
It's funny, you know. That's the same thing I said to you back then, and yet I can't tell you what's supposed to be the 'right' thing to say...maybe there isn't one. [He turns to look at Yu then, hands still in his pockets.] Maybe it's not right to think that you might not have had a second chance when we're all already on our second and last chances just by being here. [There's a shadow of a smile that disappears in but a flicker; he doesn't know how long a time he has here, but he feels he'll never have another.]