[It's a little bit gradual, but as Kurama clings to Minato and listens, the crying ebbs. He finally manages to breathe, shuddering, almost painful breaths at first, but evening out. One of his hands slides in a gentle caress along Minato's back before moving up to cup the back of his neck.

Kurama nuzzles into Minato's hair, breathing in his scent now that he can breathe at all. He still smells that hint of blood but it's only a hint.]

I...wouldn't. Not willingly, not ever. And yet, I keep hurting the people I love anyway... I'm so sorry, Minato. I know you don't blame me, but it's hard for me not to blame myself. All I want is to protect you.