[ It's the same blank stare, no look of remorse— recognition when he hears those names, but then he's going back to staring into space.
It's already too late for his team. What he did in the past is already done, so why should he care what happens here on out? Why should he care about the people down here? Revenge against the Daitengu isn't going to solve everything.
Minato lifts a hand, and draws a finger across his neck. He's already dead. He's nothing more than a spirit. There is no future for him. So who cares? ]
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It's already too late for his team. What he did in the past is already done, so why should he care what happens here on out? Why should he care about the people down here? Revenge against the Daitengu isn't going to solve everything.
Minato lifts a hand, and draws a finger across his neck. He's already dead. He's nothing more than a spirit. There is no future for him. So who cares? ]