"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

At your off-handed remark, Minato glanced at you from his spot on the bed, legs splayed before him and a book perched over his lap.

For a moment, he merely appraised you quietly - gray eyes squinting under the soft moonlight by the window.

"... No." He murmurs. He isn't afraid. He faced Nyx once, and he'll face her again - even if you hadn't entered his life, his fate was sealed. He's just glad you're here to shoulder the burden of knowing what's to come.