[He meets Shido's eye...and that neutral expression, grown hardened and tired from night after night of fighting, cracks. A familiar coil of dread makes its home in Minato's stomach. His eyes are fearful, not of Shido, but of some nameless horror creeping ever closer. He looks...


...haunted.]

I don't think so.

[He can't....hide this anymore, not from Shido. Isn't that what parents are supposed to be for? Guidance and comfort, and that kind of thing. He thinks he remembers his own...]