[And there it was on loop again. Minato had spent the last few times of watching the scene on replay standing, then decided to just have a seat. The bridge was cold, the air around him even more so, let alone some frozen drop of ice that somehow felt it like it had to expand inside of him despite the fire reflected in his eyes.
He lived this and knew what to expect. He had been a little bit surprised that he was given the opportunity to react or interact with the scene before him, but he had already resigned himself to not try it. There wasn't any point, nor did he want to change it: He was where he was because of this incident, just like all the other small, seemingly insignificant moments in his life that shaped him. He would leave the way it was, not allowing himself the thought that if things had been different... There was no time or room for "if" or "what if." He didn't want it to be different.
He did get to remember though, which seemed ironic for a place that was inevitably going to make them forget. He got to remember this scene, see it as a spectator, commit the vision to memory, one that he didn't really think about normally and had almost forgotten in a way too.
Reality--whatever that was, if that's what it was--pulled him back more when he heard that knock on the door. He had promised himself that he would watch this a few times, then leave, but he figured that just one more time wouldn't hurt. It hadn't, really.
It was then that he got up and opened the door, just enough to see who it was and reveal half of his face.]
Souji.
[He opened the door a little more then, enough for Souji to slip inside before he closed it again. Right on time too, the scene was just starting over, with that robot and the ominous, dark figure with the mask appearing on that bridge and the approaching car.]
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He lived this and knew what to expect. He had been a little bit surprised that he was given the opportunity to react or interact with the scene before him, but he had already resigned himself to not try it. There wasn't any point, nor did he want to change it: He was where he was because of this incident, just like all the other small, seemingly insignificant moments in his life that shaped him. He would leave the way it was, not allowing himself the thought that if things had been different... There was no time or room for "if" or "what if." He didn't want it to be different.
He did get to remember though, which seemed ironic for a place that was inevitably going to make them forget. He got to remember this scene, see it as a spectator, commit the vision to memory, one that he didn't really think about normally and had almost forgotten in a way too.
Reality--whatever that was, if that's what it was--pulled him back more when he heard that knock on the door. He had promised himself that he would watch this a few times, then leave, but he figured that just one more time wouldn't hurt. It hadn't, really.
It was then that he got up and opened the door, just enough to see who it was and reveal half of his face.]
Souji.
[He opened the door a little more then, enough for Souji to slip inside before he closed it again. Right on time too, the scene was just starting over, with that robot and the ominous, dark figure with the mask appearing on that bridge and the approaching car.]