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That's all I want, really.

[ The subject of what happens after they leave is kind of a tender spot for her, but it's the sort of thing that she is willing to swallow. She might have had some hopes and wishes, but she's practical enough to know it was never going to happen. ]

As long as people remember me fondly sometimes, I'll be content with that.

Yeah... me too.

[ he gets it. No matter how many times Akira tells him that he wants to find a way, Minato knows... their futures are what they are. ]

It's nice to think about, to be honest.

[ Listen, she'd just be happy to know that Akira is so determined. Minato deserves nice things he can have, even when this dream ends. ]

Yeah. As long as there's someone who can say--I knew her, I remember her... I'd like that.

[ sometimes you just can't accept the future to be anything but what you know it has to be... he figures Ritsuka would understand the better than most. ]

Yeah... it feels pretty lucky to have that, honestly. And--even more than that, we'll have so many people in so many different worlds who feel that way.

Yeah. Even if I wish--

[ No. She pauses at that, then laughs a little, shaking her head. ]

Well, it doesn't matter what I wish. I'm not unhappy with what I've gotten to have, here.

[ ... hm. ]

... Is it okay if I ask? Maybe... maybe it doesn't matter. But... I'd still like to hear it.

If you're okay with sharing.

...

[ She's quiet for a long time, mulling it over, and then she lets out a breath that isn't exactly a laugh, shrugging. ]

I guess--I just wish that someone would be willing to come help me. But that's not something I can ask for. Not with the way things are--it has to be the other person's decision. I can ask for a lot of things, Minato-kun, but I can't ask for that.

[ ... he wishes he could offer. With all of his heart and soul--but the Seal needs that very soul to remain intact, and so there's only one place he can go after this. The yearning is palpable, but tempered by resignation to a different fate that he's already chosen. ]

... I understand.

[ softly, a little sadly, but with fondness. He can't be that for her, but... he can still hope that someday, someone will. He respects this about her, though--that she understands just how important it is that it's their choice. ]

For a choice that monumental... it'd have to be their choice. ... Maybe someone will surprise you, here.

Maybe... I'm not holding my breath.

[ She'd entertained the hope for maybe a day--but she knows better. It's not something that she can ask for, or resent if no one asks her in turn. There is a chance that she'll survive everything and succeed... but there's a greater chance that she won't. There are no expectations. ]

But if people remember me now and then, I'd be more than happy for that.

I can promise... at the very least, that I'll always remember you.

[ for whatever consciousness he's allowed. In a way, he thinks that means she'll be remembered for a very, very long time. ]

You're way too Ritsuka to forget.

What's that supposed to mean?

[ She laughs aoutright at that, giving him a little nudge with her elbow. ]

It's not like I'm the same as any other Ritsuka out there! Even the spelling's different from the most standard.

Right, that's exactly what I mean.

[ a solemn nod, even though he takes the elbow without trying to dodge. ]

You're so aggressively yourself that now... there will always be things that make me go "Ah, that's just like Ritsuka", you know?

That just makes me sound like I'm impressive or something.

[ She elbows him again, then just leaves her arm there, because what else is she supposed to do? ]

[ serenely: ]

You are. You're impressive in a way only you can be.

[ since her arm is there, he'll go ahead and just link their arms at the elbows casually. comfy. ]

You know what I meant by that.

[ But even though she grumbles, she's fine keeping their arms hooked. This is just fine. ]

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