[ he hates not being able to help; it's written in bold print in every plane of his face. London - and Cardia - are his first priorities, though; he can't put aside his world ans his friends for a single person, as precious as that person may be. It does little to help his feeling that he should have done more, however. He sighs, pulling out a chair and sitting down into it tiredly. ]
If it's you, I know he'll be in good hands. I do have faith in you - the utmost. [ a pause; he continues, glancing off to the side. ] I can't help feeling like there's more I should have done and said to him. I took his being here for granted. It's easy to say all this now, I know, but I feel it all the same.
[ There's a point she wants to make, but she can't until she knows more behind this. Because she hates seeing Lupin look so self-deprecating, just because his priorities have to be different. ]
I figured it out on my own. It's a long story, but Dextera and I were essentially trying to solve a riddle from the town. He had a list of names, and I found out that the common point between all of them was that they'd all passed away. Minato's was one of them. I'd hoped I was wrong, but when I confronted him about it, he came clean.
[ he'd put that off for a while, too, when he shouldn't have. It was because he knew he wasn't wrong; he rarely is, and certainly not about something so dire. ]
That... sounds like him. I think there's only one person he told, and that anyone else found out by complete accident.
[ Minato had never wanted to worry anyone, or make them sad. He'd resigned himself to his fate, and Maya... couldn't simply accept that. She'd never been the type, and she wasn't about to start now with him, the kid who was her little brother in all but blood. ]
[ a nod, and Lupin manages a small smirk. It does sound like him, doesn't it? ]
That's the kind of guy he was, huh? I got a little upset with him, asked him why he never told me - he said he didn't want anyone to treat him differently, and told me not to worry about him.
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[ he hates not being able to help; it's written in bold print in every plane of his face. London - and Cardia - are his first priorities, though; he can't put aside his world ans his friends for a single person, as precious as that person may be. It does little to help his feeling that he should have done more, however. He sighs, pulling out a chair and sitting down into it tiredly. ]
If it's you, I know he'll be in good hands. I do have faith in you - the utmost. [ a pause; he continues, glancing off to the side. ] I can't help feeling like there's more I should have done and said to him. I took his being here for granted. It's easy to say all this now, I know, but I feel it all the same.
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[ There's a point she wants to make, but she can't until she knows more behind this. Because she hates seeing Lupin look so self-deprecating, just because his priorities have to be different. ]
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I figured it out on my own. It's a long story, but Dextera and I were essentially trying to solve a riddle from the town. He had a list of names, and I found out that the common point between all of them was that they'd all passed away. Minato's was one of them. I'd hoped I was wrong, but when I confronted him about it, he came clean.
[ he'd put that off for a while, too, when he shouldn't have. It was because he knew he wasn't wrong; he rarely is, and certainly not about something so dire. ]
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[ Minato had never wanted to worry anyone, or make them sad. He'd resigned himself to his fate, and Maya... couldn't simply accept that. She'd never been the type, and she wasn't about to start now with him, the kid who was her little brother in all but blood. ]
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That's the kind of guy he was, huh? I got a little upset with him, asked him why he never told me - he said he didn't want anyone to treat him differently, and told me not to worry about him.
[ a sigh. ]
Easy for him to say.
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[ But it's incredibly frustrating. ]