[ The words are out of his mouth before he can even think about what he's saying. His steps are hurried, rushing over to Minato. He doesn't try and pull him further away, but he gets the sudden feeling, like anyone else getting close to that sword puts him more on edge than anything else. He can't place why, and he doesn't know how to even explain his reaction. ]
...Sorry. I— [ He swallows a breath. ] I... I don't... know why but I think I do...?
[ It sounds crazy when he puts it like that. How can he know and not know...? It doesn't make any sense. But he can't take his eyes off the blade. It is in remarkably good condition. Perhaps a bit worse for wear, certainly, but well-loved and well-maintained. He can't quite push himself over the line just yet, but he wants to touch it. ]
[ Minato pulls his hand back as though he'd touched a hot stovetop. He slides it into his pocket, a tacit reassurance that he's taking Cloud's words to heart. ]
It's okay.
[ He takes a small step back as well, in case Cloud doesn't want him anywhere near the sword either. Minato glances over his shoulder at his company with a small frown. This is a fairly distinct-looking sword. If Cloud thinks he knows it, he must actually know it. ]
...yeah. I come here sometimes, but I've never seen this sword before.
[ And then he turns back to the sword, pensive expression reflected upon the blade's surface. ]
Maybe it's yours, or someone you know.
[ He doesn't actually know, but it's worth spitballing ideas. ]
It's... mine, I— I think? This thing looks too heavy for me to pull out, though.
[ He reaches towards it, but also shies away, right before he touches it. He already knows that some objects have been making people experience... strange things. At least Minato is here to make sure nothing bad happens. ]
... Stay close in case I need help.
[ He doesn't know what's going to happen, but that seems like a vague enough explanation for Minato as he reaches out and grasps the handle of the blade.
Immediately the ringing feels his head, his vision blacks out as he clutches the sword. Screams. Flames. A collapsing water tower. A man with silver hair, callously slaughtering one person after another. He can feel the heat. Can feel himself cry out for... his mother.
The vision is scattered, fragmented. He finds himself inside a giant facility, industrial and ominous. Vengeance is in his heart. A corpse (two corpses?) lay at his feet, punctured cleanly by a slender blade. The man in front of him walking away, uncaring. He screams his name, but he doesn't hear it in his own memory.
Of course, Minato doesn't see this, what Minato sees is Cloud suddenly gasping for breath, a cold sweat forming on his skin, gripping the blade like his life depended on it. His blue-green eyes seem to shake in their sockets, not looking at anything in particular, but experiencing something deeply terrifying, and deeply, deeply real. ]
[ The scream within the vision seems to bring Cloud out of his reverie, his whole body now shaking with something like exertion. The blade hasn't vanished, but it shifts slightly in his grip, as his knuckles tighten around the blade. But forced to his knees by the vision, he looks almost like he's praying to the blade as he holds it. ]
[ While he's not sure what kind of help Cloud expects out of him, Minato nevertheless responds with a nod. He stays by Cloud's side, observing curiously as the man reaches for the blade.
He's not quite fast enough to try catching Cloud, too stunned by the man trembling and sinking to his knees. Minato drops to one knee as well with a concerned frown. It takes him a moment before speaking, busy deliberating, uncertain as to whether he should interrupt what Cloud might be witnessing.
After all, it's a little rude to interrupt someone while they're praying. ]
...Cloud? Are you okay?
[ He anticipates the answer is probably a resounding, "no," but it's worth asking anyways. Whatever the other man's seen must have been distressing. ]
[ His voice is trembling. Quiet, almost. He's trying not to let what he saw get to him, but he can almost still feel the flames all around him. Can still hear the ghost of a name unheard ringing in his ears. He reaches out to Minato — mostly to have something stable to pull his trembling legs together and pull himself up. ]
I... I saw a fire. A whole village, burning. I don't — it wasn't here, but it felt so much like here, but then... I was somewhere else entirely.
A man... murdered a village. And I was going after him. With this sword. I— [ He catches himself, after a moment, eyes looking at the blade, and then at Minato. ]
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[ The words are out of his mouth before he can even think about what he's saying. His steps are hurried, rushing over to Minato. He doesn't try and pull him further away, but he gets the sudden feeling, like anyone else getting close to that sword puts him more on edge than anything else. He can't place why, and he doesn't know how to even explain his reaction. ]
...Sorry. I— [ He swallows a breath. ] I... I don't... know why but I think I do...?
[ It sounds crazy when he puts it like that. How can he know and not know...? It doesn't make any sense. But he can't take his eyes off the blade. It is in remarkably good condition. Perhaps a bit worse for wear, certainly, but well-loved and well-maintained. He can't quite push himself over the line just yet, but he wants to touch it. ]
This is... weird, right?
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It's okay.
[ He takes a small step back as well, in case Cloud doesn't want him anywhere near the sword either. Minato glances over his shoulder at his company with a small frown. This is a fairly distinct-looking sword. If Cloud thinks he knows it, he must actually know it. ]
...yeah. I come here sometimes, but I've never seen this sword before.
[ And then he turns back to the sword, pensive expression reflected upon the blade's surface. ]
Maybe it's yours, or someone you know.
[ He doesn't actually know, but it's worth spitballing ideas. ]
sorry minato
[ He reaches towards it, but also shies away, right before he touches it. He already knows that some objects have been making people experience... strange things. At least Minato is here to make sure nothing bad happens. ]
... Stay close in case I need help.
[ He doesn't know what's going to happen, but that seems like a vague enough explanation for Minato as he reaches out and grasps the handle of the blade.
Immediately the ringing feels his head, his vision blacks out as he clutches the sword. Screams. Flames. A collapsing water tower. A man with silver hair, callously slaughtering one person after another. He can feel the heat. Can feel himself cry out for... his mother.
The vision is scattered, fragmented. He finds himself inside a giant facility, industrial and ominous. Vengeance is in his heart. A corpse (two corpses?) lay at his feet, punctured cleanly by a slender blade. The man in front of him walking away, uncaring. He screams his name, but he doesn't hear it in his own memory.
Of course, Minato doesn't see this, what Minato sees is Cloud suddenly gasping for breath, a cold sweat forming on his skin, gripping the blade like his life depended on it. His blue-green eyes seem to shake in their sockets, not looking at anything in particular, but experiencing something deeply terrifying, and deeply, deeply real. ]
[ The scream within the vision seems to bring Cloud out of his reverie, his whole body now shaking with something like exertion. The blade hasn't vanished, but it shifts slightly in his grip, as his knuckles tighten around the blade. But forced to his knees by the vision, he looks almost like he's praying to the blade as he holds it. ]
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He's not quite fast enough to try catching Cloud, too stunned by the man trembling and sinking to his knees. Minato drops to one knee as well with a concerned frown. It takes him a moment before speaking, busy deliberating, uncertain as to whether he should interrupt what Cloud might be witnessing.
After all, it's a little rude to interrupt someone while they're praying. ]
...Cloud? Are you okay?
[ He anticipates the answer is probably a resounding, "no," but it's worth asking anyways. Whatever the other man's seen must have been distressing. ]
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[ His voice is trembling. Quiet, almost. He's trying not to let what he saw get to him, but he can almost still feel the flames all around him. Can still hear the ghost of a name unheard ringing in his ears. He reaches out to Minato — mostly to have something stable to pull his trembling legs together and pull himself up. ]
I... I saw a fire. A whole village, burning. I don't — it wasn't here, but it felt so much like here, but then... I was somewhere else entirely.
A man... murdered a village. And I was going after him. With this sword. I— [ He catches himself, after a moment, eyes looking at the blade, and then at Minato. ]
...None of this makes sense, does it?