[ Minato's last memory of himself would have been of him being a ruthless murderer in cold blood— despite all of Jamie's assurances that his roommate is not a murdery sort of person— but all of that has been conveniently wiped from his mind. He remembers nothing of his existence, and nothing of his non-existence, only having Jamie's word for it that he'd disappeared completely—--
a thought he barely gets a chance to dwell on before Jamie's shout startles him out of it, attention being brought to his shins and feet, none of which look tattered or bloody, and Minato leans over to pull his pant legs up and his legs are devoid of any sort of cuts whatsoever.
... ]
Uh. [ He rolls the legs of his pants back down and looks up at Jamie. ]
Am I even real?
[ Are you sure he's not just a digital construct? A real, flesh and blood human couldn't possibly have escaped that unscathed. ]
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a thought he barely gets a chance to dwell on before Jamie's shout startles him out of it, attention being brought to his shins and feet, none of which look tattered or bloody, and Minato leans over to pull his pant legs up and his legs are devoid of any sort of cuts whatsoever.
... ]
Uh. [ He rolls the legs of his pants back down and looks up at Jamie. ]
Am I even real?
[ Are you sure he's not just a digital construct? A real, flesh and blood human couldn't possibly have escaped that unscathed. ]