[Oh... that's incredibly sweet of her. Minato smiles a little in response, nodding; it warms his heart to hear her say something like that, and it's altogether too easy to respond:]
I'm glad we're friends too.
[(And in his head, as ever, the chime of a strengthening bond, the whisper of Judgment, Messiah's encouraging warmth.
He wonders, sometimes, at the fact that even after everything, even here, that still remains.)]
... But I have to go home. [He admits that almost... tentatively, but even so, there's a quiet certainty to it too.]
There's still something I need to do. So it's not really an option for me--well, not that it needs to be. [He at least amends that quickly, flashing her a small smile. But he made a choice, a sacrifice, and if he goes elsewhere, will the Great Seal still hold? He doesn't know. He can't risk it.]
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I'm glad we're friends too.
[(And in his head, as ever, the chime of a strengthening bond, the whisper of Judgment, Messiah's encouraging warmth.
He wonders, sometimes, at the fact that even after everything, even here, that still remains.)]
... But I have to go home. [He admits that almost... tentatively, but even so, there's a quiet certainty to it too.]
There's still something I need to do. So it's not really an option for me--well, not that it needs to be. [He at least amends that quickly, flashing her a small smile. But he made a choice, a sacrifice, and if he goes elsewhere, will the Great Seal still hold? He doesn't know. He can't risk it.]