[He laughs—a broken laugh. Deranged, even. As if Minato's told some kind of joke—which, all things considered, this situation is.
A joke.
Some kind of twisted joke, and he doesn't want to hear the punchline.]
(Don't want to think about this, never wanted to think about any of this.)
He still doesn't look at Minato or his bubble, insteading invoking his eyes, as the glowing red reminds him of what he is. He continues to laugh, before pausing to take a breath and speak.]
You would dare say that now, after everything? Do you honestly think it's that simple?
(Can't turn back, world moves on without you, have to keep advancing, never look back because once I do, I can't look forward the same way—)
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A joke.
Some kind of twisted joke, and he doesn't want to hear the punchline.]
(Don't want to think about this, never wanted to think about any of this.)
He still doesn't look at Minato or his bubble, insteading invoking his eyes, as the glowing red reminds him of what he is. He continues to laugh, before pausing to take a breath and speak.]
You would dare say that now, after everything? Do you honestly think it's that simple?
(Can't turn back, world moves on without you, have to keep advancing, never look back because once I do, I can't look forward the same way—)