It was uncomfortable, but Minato had experienced weirder. He wasn't altogether surprised at Stein's reaction.
"My soul's not like anyone else's," he stated, eying him as he fumbled for a cigarette. However long it'd been since he'd last seen Pharos, since he'd last heard a voice in his head, part of him could never forget that he was fundamentally different. His memories didn't stretch back far enough for him to remember being normal, to remember his parents and his childhood, and Naoto as a girl. It was vague, like a distant dream.
These kinds of events, like someone staring into his soul and swearing in surprise, were what he expected.
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Date: 2009-11-22 01:15 am (UTC)"My soul's not like anyone else's," he stated, eying him as he fumbled for a cigarette. However long it'd been since he'd last seen Pharos, since he'd last heard a voice in his head, part of him could never forget that he was fundamentally different. His memories didn't stretch back far enough for him to remember being normal, to remember his parents and his childhood, and Naoto as a girl. It was vague, like a distant dream.
These kinds of events, like someone staring into his soul and swearing in surprise, were what he expected.