Mi....tsuru.....? [That red-haired woman, he recognizes. The teen speaking in a voice very like Minato's own, he knows from a different scene on a different wall with a different Akira.

That announcement. A body. Someone dead. Minato feels every hair on his body stand on end, one by one by one. A creeping dread and horror as he comprehends what he's watching. It completely drives all arguments about whether or not his kindness sets him apart from other people out of his mind.

Akira isn't okay. How could he be?]

Akira... Is that- was that another one? [His voice is a whisper, like his lover will shatter if he breathes too hard.]