[There's a certain tone to Ken's voice, like he might just be chatting with a school friend on the phone. An easiness to the way he talks, a lack of that urgency that was usually quite characteristic of him. And truly, that's how he feels right now. Despite the answer that he gives Minato, there, is in fact, nothing for Ken to hurry back to anymore. The end he promised Shinjiro he would see through to had arrived, and there was nothing for him to do anymore.
That's kind of nice. There's nothing he has to do. So he's free todo whatever the hell he wants, whether that is to keep fighting or return to being a civilian or be a hero in this world for however long he's here. Maybe it's another week. Maybe another year. Maybe he'll grow old and retire and collect social security and even die here before he gets sent back to being eleven. But he doesn't think that far ahead, because just on the other end of this line is someone he had, only hours ago in that isolated dormitory, accepted that he would probably never see again.
Here in this world, Minato is here. However long that may be. And Minato can only be here, and he doesn't want to waste it. This is the world that gave him the chances after he overlooked them the first time. Desperately, desperately, he swallows back the dread and anxiety that tries to crawl up his throat much like Erebus had reached for the Seal. It still gives him shivers, thinking about that monstrous, disgusting thing trying to get to what had been -- what still was -- Minato. His smile falters for a moment, so he's glad that this is audio.]
I have no idea, you know? But... I think that's okay, now. I think, first, I should find all the people who left me all these messages while I was gone. I'd like to see you again, too.
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[There's a certain tone to Ken's voice, like he might just be chatting with a school friend on the phone. An easiness to the way he talks, a lack of that urgency that was usually quite characteristic of him. And truly, that's how he feels right now. Despite the answer that he gives Minato, there, is in fact, nothing for Ken to hurry back to anymore. The end he promised Shinjiro he would see through to had arrived, and there was nothing for him to do anymore.
That's kind of nice. There's nothing he has to do. So he's free todo whatever the hell he wants, whether that is to keep fighting or return to being a civilian or be a hero in this world for however long he's here. Maybe it's another week. Maybe another year. Maybe he'll grow old and retire and collect social security and even die here before he gets sent back to being eleven. But he doesn't think that far ahead, because just on the other end of this line is someone he had, only hours ago in that isolated dormitory, accepted that he would probably never see again.
Here in this world, Minato is here. However long that may be. And Minato can only be here, and he doesn't want to waste it. This is the world that gave him the chances after he overlooked them the first time. Desperately, desperately, he swallows back the dread and anxiety that tries to crawl up his throat much like Erebus had reached for the Seal. It still gives him shivers, thinking about that monstrous, disgusting thing trying to get to what had been -- what still was -- Minato. His smile falters for a moment, so he's glad that this is audio.]
I have no idea, you know? But... I think that's okay, now. I think, first, I should find all the people who left me all these messages while I was gone. I'd like to see you again, too.