[He nudged her shoulder a little. Please don't pinch him! But he also wouldn't protest much.
He listened. He understood what she was saying. It really was hard to move forward when no one really wanted you around. Still, he had to give her some credit. She still tried, even if it was only halfway. He couldn't do that. It was too hard, too... too pitiful, at the time.
Minato leaned against her, resting his head on her shoulder and slipped his arm under hers so he could take one of her fists and gently thread their fingers together. It was comforting being like this. A different sort of comfort that he couldn't get even with his friends. It really was like having a sister. Someone who understood because they were there, they experienced what he experienced.]
When mom and dad died, I just... I couldn't stand the pity. It was one thing at the funeral, I guess. But after that it was like... it was too much. I didn't want to see it anymore. I didn't want to hear it. I was always the kid who watched his parents die. If no one really cared about me or what happened, then what was the point? It didn't help that I didn't show much emotion at all afterwards anyway, so I was weird on top of it. Weird, unafraid of dying or death... I just...
[He voiced wobbled a bit and he paused, idly reaching up to rubbed at his forehead and take a breath. He never did talk about his parents' death before now. Not even to SEES, they'd already known what happened. Once the burning in his eyes receded, he continued.]
It was better if I couldn't hear them at all. Better if I stopped caring and just went through the motions. Once I got into college, it wouldn't matter anymore anyway, right? So I suppose it was perfect I was eventually sent off to live on my own at Gekkoukan... but, you know how that went.
[He didn't get to go to college. But the alternative was that no one would be able to go to college. He was okay with that. He never regretted that.]
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He listened. He understood what she was saying. It really was hard to move forward when no one really wanted you around. Still, he had to give her some credit. She still tried, even if it was only halfway. He couldn't do that. It was too hard, too... too pitiful, at the time.
Minato leaned against her, resting his head on her shoulder and slipped his arm under hers so he could take one of her fists and gently thread their fingers together. It was comforting being like this. A different sort of comfort that he couldn't get even with his friends. It really was like having a sister. Someone who understood because they were there, they experienced what he experienced.]
When mom and dad died, I just... I couldn't stand the pity. It was one thing at the funeral, I guess. But after that it was like... it was too much. I didn't want to see it anymore. I didn't want to hear it. I was always the kid who watched his parents die. If no one really cared about me or what happened, then what was the point? It didn't help that I didn't show much emotion at all afterwards anyway, so I was weird on top of it. Weird, unafraid of dying or death... I just...
[He voiced wobbled a bit and he paused, idly reaching up to rubbed at his forehead and take a breath. He never did talk about his parents' death before now. Not even to SEES, they'd already known what happened. Once the burning in his eyes receded, he continued.]
It was better if I couldn't hear them at all. Better if I stopped caring and just went through the motions. Once I got into college, it wouldn't matter anymore anyway, right? So I suppose it was perfect I was eventually sent off to live on my own at Gekkoukan... but, you know how that went.
[He didn't get to go to college. But the alternative was that no one would be able to go to college. He was okay with that. He never regretted that.]