[ his jaw tenses, teeth gnashing. it’s the first time minato’ll see it — a flare of earnest anger in his eyes. ]
What the hell do you mean there’s no point in being afraid…!?
[ the floodgates open, a dam spilling over. memories of minato, always so reluctant to live, intermingle with creatures in the warm sunlight, so desperate to live. ]
Everything in this galaxy wants to live! Of course you should be scared — you’re supposed to have dreams, desires, things you wanna do…! Nobody’s born for a reason or purpose… they just are, and that’s enough reason to wanna live your life!
So yeah, I’m fucking scared, and you sure as hell should be too!
[ The ardent anger punches through, shattering a hole in what Minato always considered an inevitability. He blinks, momentarily stunned and wholly unprepared for Sha-Ming's pushback.
Was death truly such a terrifying prospect, that Sha-Ming would readily confess to being afraid? ]
It's --
[ It's the only thing that's guaranteed for each individual. Was that not comforting in its own way? He can't get the words out though, not in the face of Sha-Ming's earnest rebuttal. ]
...it will happen to you someday.
[ The word "you," perhaps, conspicuously replacing the word "us". ]
It's... okay. That's what makes everything you do before it happens meaningful, doesn't it?
[ Dreams, desires, things you wanted to do. The people you meet along the way. The value of them all, amplified greatly by the fact that mortality hangs like a shroud over it, preparing to someday descend. ]
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[ his jaw tenses, teeth gnashing. it’s the first time minato’ll see it — a flare of earnest anger in his eyes. ]
What the hell do you mean there’s no point in being afraid…!?
[ the floodgates open, a dam spilling over. memories of minato, always so reluctant to live, intermingle with creatures in the warm sunlight, so desperate to live. ]
Everything in this galaxy wants to live! Of course you should be scared — you’re supposed to have dreams, desires, things you wanna do…! Nobody’s born for a reason or purpose… they just are, and that’s enough reason to wanna live your life!
So yeah, I’m fucking scared, and you sure as hell should be too!
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Was death truly such a terrifying prospect, that Sha-Ming would readily confess to being afraid? ]
It's --
[ It's the only thing that's guaranteed for each individual. Was that not comforting in its own way? He can't get the words out though, not in the face of Sha-Ming's earnest rebuttal. ]
...it will happen to you someday.
[ The word "you," perhaps, conspicuously replacing the word "us". ]
It's... okay. That's what makes everything you do before it happens meaningful, doesn't it?
[ Dreams, desires, things you wanted to do. The people you meet along the way. The value of them all, amplified greatly by the fact that mortality hangs like a shroud over it, preparing to someday descend. ]