[ Darkness. The cold. These are things that Minato didn't mind, once upon a time, because it let him pretend that the world was standing still and he could stop a while and catch his breath. What he couldn't stop were the thoughts in his head, and in this place that he regrets now visiting, those voices aren't even his own anymore, but more, making them truth.
It's his neck where a sliver of silver-blue light shines, jaw to sternum and trailing down into the his shirt where the rest of the damage is smothered under a heavy coat. "Don't fall asleep in the snow" is something that he had to be reminded again and again, and he tells this to himself now, trudging through the forest, teeth gritted every time he hears the crackle of splintering wood through the crisp air, following the screams of fury and resentment that are almost unrecognizable. He almost wishes it were unrecognizable.
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It's his neck where a sliver of silver-blue light shines, jaw to sternum and trailing down into the his shirt where the rest of the damage is smothered under a heavy coat. "Don't fall asleep in the snow" is something that he had to be reminded again and again, and he tells this to himself now, trudging through the forest, teeth gritted every time he hears the crackle of splintering wood through the crisp air, following the screams of fury and resentment that are almost unrecognizable. He almost wishes it were unrecognizable.
He's tired. He's cold. ]
Clover... Stop.