[This... isn't right. Minato is patient, and all for letting people get out their feelings, but this isn't right. The figments of conversation that he'd mentally overheard hadn't helped much, either-- what he knew of that world was so little, the context so scant. In the end, regardless of what he understands, what matters to him is his friend being so upset.]
... Roxas? [He comes toward him, concern flickering over his face, one hand raised. He just doesn't know what else to say. He feels a little like an intruder.]
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... Roxas? [He comes toward him, concern flickering over his face, one hand raised. He just doesn't know what else to say. He feels a little like an intruder.]