That's right, [ he echoes, quiet. Of course Minato hadn't known how to feel either...
No one can tell you how to feel about dying, Yu-san.
Yu meets Minato's eyes and is just ... quiet, listening to him, taking him in. This is hardly the first time his fellow Wild Card has given him advice, and he thinks it probably won't be the last. It's not really a comfort, or if it is, it's a morbid one.
But it's nice to have someone who understands.
Finally, Yu only nods, briefly shutting his eyes. When he reopens them, he's smiling faintly, the look on his face strangely wistful. ]
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No one can tell you how to feel about dying, Yu-san.
Yu meets Minato's eyes and is just ... quiet, listening to him, taking him in. This is hardly the first time his fellow Wild Card has given him advice, and he thinks it probably won't be the last. It's not really a comfort, or if it is, it's a morbid one.
But it's nice to have someone who understands.
Finally, Yu only nods, briefly shutting his eyes. When he reopens them, he's smiling faintly, the look on his face strangely wistful. ]
... it's good to have you back.
[ Implied, if not said: I missed you. ]