[When the video switches on, it is pointed at a distant table. There is a man with spiky blond hair sitting at it, quietly working on a kunai, alternatively sharpening and cleaning the knife's blade. He is quiet, as is the rest of the entire apartment. His face cannot be seen, half obstructed by his bangs, half obstructed by the camera's viewpoint
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He walked into the dining room, Minato repeating the same motions. Aged Boots were silent and worn clothing shifted softly. If anything, Angeal was unheard. Especially if Minato was distracted as he was a few days ago. Arms crossed in his mentor-like way as his head tilted and dipped slightly in the archway. Despite the normally aggressive stance, his voice was calm.] ... Minato?
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Hey, Angeal....
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Something the matter? [He already knew there was, but perhaps Minato was the type to talk things out?]
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... You already know the answer to that, don't you?
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Of course I do. But that doesn't mean I'm going to sit by and let you be.
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I wouldn't expect you to. ... And I wouldn't want you to, either.
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... They're really gone, aren't they?
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At least I got to meet him. That's something, isn't it?
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[Angeal isn't the only one who can be sentimental. Minato's gaze follows Angeal's to look at the kunai as well.]
... Some of these are theirs. Naruto was going to help me with the class, so...
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I know I could never be a replacement but, would you like me to help? I may not know how to use those, however, I do know martial arts.
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I was thinking of asking you, actually. On top of the martial arts, we're doing weapons lessons as well. You'd fit right in.
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[The weight he was feeling lifted the more Minato's smile felt real. It started to show that he felt relief the more they talked.]
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