"The world hasn't ended. There's no Dark Hour." The Seal has to be intact, or at the very least, unnecessary. He has to think that. He has to think that, or he'd be giving everything up, begging the gods, finding his father, begging him to send him back. He fought too hard for too long and even if it meant an eternity, he wouldn't let their world end. Not when there was still so much left to fight for.

But talking about this to someone else, someone else who knows is upsetting him more by the second. Not that it shows, he's Minato Arisato, come on, but his fists are clenched in pajama pockets and his eyes are uncomfortably intense when he looks into hers. "How do you know about that?"