You asked for my motivations, and I answered honestly.
[ He's honestly not sure whether to bring up mirrorhaus again, but contrary to all appearances, Saiduq's much more likely to defer to honesty than deception. ]
You also seemed...pained, and I wished to ease that, in a way. Humans themselves often forget the splendor of their own souls.
[Minato remains silent as he stares at Saiduq out of the corner of his eye, leaning against a steady-looking wall for support.
Pain is hardly the word he would have used, even if he recognizes to some extent that maybe that was what he was supposed to have felt being shuffled from one foster to another, always being left alone while others moved on.]
...Pained, huh. [He shakes his head gently.] I'm fine...it's been a long time since that happened and I've moved on. [How can he not, when that's more or less the only thing he remembers about his parents?]
[ It's not his place to (re)open old wounds, and it definitely wasn't his place to willingly be in that building of mirrors, of memories that might cut a person worse than the shards. ]
But I still would like you to know that your soul is splendid.
[There's a lingering pause as Minato considers those words. His soul...it had been empty and meaningless once but people have come and gone, each leaving a trace of the bond they shared.
He smiles in spite of himself, a tiny upward curl of the lips coupled with genuine warmth in his eyes.]
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[ He's honestly not sure whether to bring up mirrorhaus again, but contrary to all appearances, Saiduq's much more likely to defer to honesty than deception. ]
You also seemed...pained, and I wished to ease that, in a way. Humans themselves often forget the splendor of their own souls.
[ ...Possibly too honest for his own good. ]
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Pain is hardly the word he would have used, even if he recognizes to some extent that maybe that was what he was supposed to have felt being shuffled from one foster to another, always being left alone while others moved on.]
...Pained, huh. [He shakes his head gently.] I'm fine...it's been a long time since that happened and I've moved on. [How can he not, when that's more or less the only thing he remembers about his parents?]
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[ It's not his place to (re)open old wounds, and it definitely wasn't his place to willingly be in that building of mirrors, of memories that might cut a person worse than the shards. ]
But I still would like you to know that your soul is splendid.
[ He says simply. That's all. ]
Guess we can wrap up here?
He smiles in spite of himself, a tiny upward curl of the lips coupled with genuine warmth in his eyes.]
...Thanks, Saiduq.