Even as he compared the institute to the world he left behind, Minato had to remind himself that he had left with an important decision still at hand. Deciding how he and the others would handle the end of the world...
But he already knew the answer he would choose, when he returned home; the answer had been there for a long time. It was just a matter of not losing sight of himself while he was trapped in the institute. After what had happened as a result of his "Special Counseling," he knew all too well that his mind -- his sense of self -- had to be protected.
A voice drew him out of his thoughts, and he turned his attention to a figure in the dark. He pointed his flashlight towards the wall, light bouncing off enough to illuminating both of them.
No weapons, no items. Nothing at all in his hands. Not even a flashlight. But the single word spoken had a confidence to it...
"A newcomer?" he inquired aloud. His expression was closed, nonjudgmental.
no subject
But he already knew the answer he would choose, when he returned home; the answer had been there for a long time. It was just a matter of not losing sight of himself while he was trapped in the institute. After what had happened as a result of his "Special Counseling," he knew all too well that his mind -- his sense of self -- had to be protected.
A voice drew him out of his thoughts, and he turned his attention to a figure in the dark. He pointed his flashlight towards the wall, light bouncing off enough to illuminating both of them.
No weapons, no items. Nothing at all in his hands. Not even a flashlight. But the single word spoken had a confidence to it...
"A newcomer?" he inquired aloud. His expression was closed, nonjudgmental.