[ Immediately, what comes to Clover's mind: this motherfucker.
Of course he wouldn't listen to her. Of course he wouldn't. She could cry, but instead, she gets angry. ]
Minato.
[ She's angry, but she sounds scared, her voice fading on the last syllable of his name. Using the stupid cup as guidance, she feels for his hand and then his wrist and grabs hold onto it tight. It's not super strength, but there's desperation tied in the way her fingers curve and constrict. ]
I didn't want to let you go.
[ She knows he won't know what she means. She knows it, but his defiance (his goddamned idiocy) forces a weak confession out of her.
They're both invisible, and she hates it. It's her fault, and she hates it. ]
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Of course he wouldn't listen to her. Of course he wouldn't. She could cry, but instead, she gets angry. ]
Minato.
[ She's angry, but she sounds scared, her voice fading on the last syllable of his name. Using the stupid cup as guidance, she feels for his hand and then his wrist and grabs hold onto it tight. It's not super strength, but there's desperation tied in the way her fingers curve and constrict. ]
I didn't want to let you go.
[ She knows he won't know what she means. She knows it, but his defiance (his goddamned idiocy) forces a weak confession out of her.
They're both invisible, and she hates it. It's her fault, and she hates it. ]