[ ...THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION, THOUGH. why is Minato here, arms wrapped around himself in a failing attempt to maintain warmth and circulation. There is no demon with him, not even a weapon. Just a music player— his COMP— that hangs on a lanyard around his neck, the faint orange glow being the largest contrast in all this icy white. ]
I thought... [ the cold claws at his throat, but he has to speak up if he doesn't want to get drowned out by the howl of the wind. ]
...Thought I saw someone.
[ Maybe it was Akechi? maybe it was somebody else, as Minato does still glance around them, trying to see if there are any other bodies in the hallway that aren't chunks of ice on the ground. ]
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I thought... [ the cold claws at his throat, but he has to speak up if he doesn't want to get drowned out by the howl of the wind. ]
...Thought I saw someone.
[ Maybe it was Akechi? maybe it was somebody else, as Minato does still glance around them, trying to see if there are any other bodies in the hallway that aren't chunks of ice on the ground. ]