[ Minato's blank, and that's ... not new to him. Even when they were together he found his fellow Wild Card maddeningly hard to read at times. Though, in this moment, the blankness doesn't truly surprise him. Minato guards his emotions as carefully as Yu himself does... whatever he's thinking and feeling, he's keeping it under the surface. Yu can't really blame him for that.

Loss... and moving forward from loss. Yu hadn't had that, when he'd awoken to his power. He'd just had it given to him.

Now it's out of two teams. Out of two different teams across years and gulfs of difference, he's the only one who didn't have to struggle in some way for his power.

(it's so unfair.)

He's quiet while Minato responds, his expression inscrutable, though his eyes half-lid. Minato knows more than most what he's been through. Was one of only two people to see him mourn over Dipper... at least, when it happened. Really, they've been here together since the very beginning, aside from Minato's gap for having...

Well. Gone somewhere, anyway.

In the end, he simply shakes his head. After a pause, he finally does take a seat on the bench, though there's a careful and calculated amount of distance between them. ]

If I've been bearing it by myself, it's because I wanted it that way. I wasn't willing to give anyone the opportunity to help me. [ He glances at Minato askance before looking up at some far point. ] The weight of all my failures... I thought that was only my burden. But I was wrong... all I did was push my friends away and make things worse. Something I should have known would happen better than anyone.

[ A year of watching people push away the truth, only to suffer and nearly die for it... led to him doing it himself, and worse. ]

I won't let this happen again. [ Heavily. ]