Every question Mako poses gets careful consideration, the silence stretching until it's almost awkward before Minato opens his mouth, because things like puddles of blood and a green full moon was weird, but not weird enough to really care about, so again, it's a little hard to pinpoint a threshold.
He can at least elaborate on what he thought was weird, though, holding his hand out with his palm facing up, the middle finger of his right hand sporting a shallow cut that's since been cleaned and is no longer bleeding, but the edges of the cut are still pink and inflamed, suggesting a very recent injury. ]
I was picking up some broken bowls. I cut my hand when I touched them, and they turned into this.
[ With his hand still held aloft, he digs in his pants pockets with his other hand, and pulls out a small glass bead, deep red like fresh blood. ]
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Every question Mako poses gets careful consideration, the silence stretching until it's almost awkward before Minato opens his mouth, because things like puddles of blood and a green full moon was weird, but not weird enough to really care about, so again, it's a little hard to pinpoint a threshold.
He can at least elaborate on what he thought was weird, though, holding his hand out with his palm facing up, the middle finger of his right hand sporting a shallow cut that's since been cleaned and is no longer bleeding, but the edges of the cut are still pink and inflamed, suggesting a very recent injury. ]
I was picking up some broken bowls. I cut my hand when I touched them, and they turned into this.
[ With his hand still held aloft, he digs in his pants pockets with his other hand, and pulls out a small glass bead, deep red like fresh blood. ]