[ In the bunk above Minato's, it's Ryoji's turn to stir, his consciousness beset a number of phenomenon that he shouldn't be experiencing anymore — not like this, in a human body, which should have been stripped away from him by now. It's...strange. No one should quite understand finality like he does, and yet, here he is, persisting. Not just as the Appriser of Death, but as himself. As Ryoji.
A heartbeat is a lot to make sense of, especially when he hears a familiar voice from below, which sends his heart into his throat. This — is a dream, isn't it? It has to be. They had said their farewells, and Minato had made his choice, even when Ryoji plead with him to do otherwise. But it doesn't matter that nothing is adding up, that none of this makes sense, or may as well all be happening in his mind, his soul still chained to Tartarus.
It doesn't matter, because he would never not answer that voice.
Thoughtlessly, he rolls over onto his stomach on the bunk, gripping the edge of the bedframe so he can hang down at the side, still not quite prepared to see Minato there, even if he knew his ears weren't lying to him. He's really... ]
i-a....hewwo
A heartbeat is a lot to make sense of, especially when he hears a familiar voice from below, which sends his heart into his throat. This — is a dream, isn't it? It has to be. They had said their farewells, and Minato had made his choice, even when Ryoji plead with him to do otherwise. But it doesn't matter that nothing is adding up, that none of this makes sense, or may as well all be happening in his mind, his soul still chained to Tartarus.
It doesn't matter, because he would never not answer that voice.
Thoughtlessly, he rolls over onto his stomach on the bunk, gripping the edge of the bedframe so he can hang down at the side, still not quite prepared to see Minato there, even if he knew his ears weren't lying to him. He's really... ]
Minato? ...Hey.
[ Nailed it. ]