The events that had transpired on the either side of the timeline weren't really so different from one another. Same coin, different face.
Shinjiro had wondered—and still does—about just how similar of a life his counterpart had led. The question he had just asked Minato had given Shinjiro a moment to gauge things. It had given him enough time to watch emotion creep into Minato's expression and into his eyes, something Shinjiro hadn't expected to see. He had been hoping for next to nothing at all. (Shit, kid, I probably barely talked to you. Stop looking at me like that.) The question had been half-asked to satisfy a certain buried curiosity, though it was as sincerely given as it had been a month ago. Any answer would have sufficed, as it had then, even with a surprised but honest "I don't know."
You just had to hope that you could figure out just where you were going by the end and why, so that maybe you could feel like you had finally done something right by the time your journey was over with.
He nods. "I see. Not quite the same answer as the one your sister gave me." His tone and expression are as unchanging and neutral as they always are, betraying very little in the way of emotion. Maybe he's being serious, maybe he's being as lighthearted as he can bring himself to be (though his capacity for it is small, a weak and malnourished thing), or maybe his reply is little more than an afterthought, be it a fond one or otherwise.
Though, then again, perhaps it could be all three.
"But you'll do your thing, and I'll do mine, I guess. I think that's how it's supposed to go."
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Shinjiro had wondered—and still does—about just how similar of a life his counterpart had led. The question he had just asked Minato had given Shinjiro a moment to gauge things. It had given him enough time to watch emotion creep into Minato's expression and into his eyes, something Shinjiro hadn't expected to see. He had been hoping for next to nothing at all. (Shit, kid, I probably barely talked to you. Stop looking at me like that.) The question had been half-asked to satisfy a certain buried curiosity, though it was as sincerely given as it had been a month ago. Any answer would have sufficed, as it had then, even with a surprised but honest "I don't know."
You just had to hope that you could figure out just where you were going by the end and why, so that maybe you could feel like you had finally done something right by the time your journey was over with.
He nods. "I see. Not quite the same answer as the one your sister gave me." His tone and expression are as unchanging and neutral as they always are, betraying very little in the way of emotion. Maybe he's being serious, maybe he's being as lighthearted as he can bring himself to be (though his capacity for it is small, a weak and malnourished thing), or maybe his reply is little more than an afterthought, be it a fond one or otherwise.
Though, then again, perhaps it could be all three.
"But you'll do your thing, and I'll do mine, I guess. I think that's how it's supposed to go."