[White overtakes his vision, and he's either passing out or...or something else. Feathers? Roaring flames and distant gunshots are still in his ears, the flashback isn't fading yet.

But he breathes. It's a sharp gasp, a struggle to continue, shaking and uneven. He doesn't want to be "safe". His fingers dig into Kurama's shirt as he presses closer, almost painfully close, searching for a heartbeat that, logically, he knows he won't find. Won't hear, can't hear, will never hear. It only makes it harder to calm down.

Minato tries not to think about it. About the fact two of the people he loves are already dead and were well before he met them. About how he never even had a chance to help them.

The way they always protect him. Even now, when Kurama is the one who's seen something so horrible. He shouldn't be focusing on Minato right now - this is nothing he hasn't dealt with before. He doesn't want to be "safe", not when everyone else is hurting.]

Didn't happen. Wasn't real. [Kurama needs this more than he does. Minato never wanted anyone he cares about to see something like that. His voice is tight with stress and determination.] Won't let anything like it happen to you.

[He refuses to believe such an awful thing happened to any version of Kurama. Rejects that with all his heart.]