[For a moment, instinctively, Minato draws in a sharp breath and his thought bubble is thrown into disarray--but again, they seem to mostly not be his thoughts.
'beelzebub beelzebub not messiah, this isn't magic, hanged man hanged man, but there isn't anything that corresponds with hanged man and maybe that's why--'
And then his thoughts, Minato's thoughts, cool and calm even as he relaxes some--even as his feet dangle in empty air.]
T-Tiir-san.
[Even without Tiir strangling him, it's hard to breathe in this position--
'Can't breathe, can't-- Tiir. Tiir. Tiir. Shouldn't be ashamed of who he is--']
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'beelzebub beelzebub not messiah, this isn't magic, hanged man hanged man, but there isn't anything that corresponds with hanged man and maybe that's why--'
And then his thoughts, Minato's thoughts, cool and calm even as he relaxes some--even as his feet dangle in empty air.]
T-Tiir-san.
[Even without Tiir strangling him, it's hard to breathe in this position--
'Can't breathe, can't-- Tiir. Tiir. Tiir. Shouldn't be ashamed of who he is--']