[Kurama doesn't resist being tugged away by the hand. Doesn't really question the weaving path they take around imaginary obstacles. He's only barely holding together, he almost feels like one wrong word, one wrong move, will shatter him apart.
The scent of panic on Minato doesn't really help.
He's desperately, painfully reminding himself that it's just one of the subfissure's visions. This isn't something that happened to him. Isn't something that can happen to him, because Karasu is dead. He's dead and he's never coming back and even if he did, if he tried, Kurama would rend him apart.
It's Minato going down that drags him out of his own inner struggle. He's quick to catch the smaller boy and draw him close. Soft white wings block out the view of the cavern around them for now.]
Minato, you need to breathe. You're with me, you're safe. It's alright. Please, beloved...
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The scent of panic on Minato doesn't really help.
He's desperately, painfully reminding himself that it's just one of the subfissure's visions. This isn't something that happened to him. Isn't something that can happen to him, because Karasu is dead. He's dead and he's never coming back and even if he did, if he tried, Kurama would rend him apart.
It's Minato going down that drags him out of his own inner struggle. He's quick to catch the smaller boy and draw him close. Soft white wings block out the view of the cavern around them for now.]
Minato, you need to breathe. You're with me, you're safe. It's alright. Please, beloved...