[ Minato shrugs both his shoulders, stuffing his dry, clean hands into his pockets. (It's fine, it's fine) ]
Oh... Maybe.
[ No, it makes a lot of sense, considering that if people died, they'd leave behind all sorts of personal evidence that people used to live here, and the halls are devoid of such things— photos, toys, things he can rationally associate with a settled down family life. An empty place like this, it'd make sense that it's because people picked up their lives and moved on, taking all they could with them.
It really hadn't occurred to him at all, because it's not like he's ever had things like photos or toys or other memorabilia to worry about when he moves. ]
I was thinking about people like us, who came with nothing more but the clothes on our backs. There wouldn't be any evidence left whether we move on or move away.
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Oh... Maybe.
[ No, it makes a lot of sense, considering that if people died, they'd leave behind all sorts of personal evidence that people used to live here, and the halls are devoid of such things— photos, toys, things he can rationally associate with a settled down family life. An empty place like this, it'd make sense that it's because people picked up their lives and moved on, taking all they could with them.
It really hadn't occurred to him at all, because it's not like he's ever had things like photos or toys or other memorabilia to worry about when he moves. ]
I was thinking about people like us, who came with nothing more but the clothes on our backs. There wouldn't be any evidence left whether we move on or move away.