[Even through the pain, even through the fact that his vision is swimming (when he opens his eyes) and his chest is tightening and it's very hard to breathe, even through all of that, Tiir's words reach Minato's ears.
He forces open his eyes, slowly looks up though he doesn't have the strength to move his head much more than that.
Slowly. Slowly. He takes a slow breath, but can't manage a very deep one before his breath catches and he almost chokes--
On nothing and on everything all at once, choking on his words when he'd never hesitated before.
But this isn't hesitation. He's just dying.
Just dying. He knows. He's felt that before.
So he opens his eyes and looks at Tiir blearily (though can he really see Tiir? Can he really see anything but faint colors and blurs at this point?) and manages. He reaches up with a bloody hand--but it shakes and he can only lift it a few inches off of the ground.
...h-ha...]
N-no...regrets.
[Remember?
He had meant himself, perhaps before. But now he means Tiir.
Perhaps he's always meant Tiir.
There are a thousand things he could say. But he doesn't have the time, and he knows it; he just hopes Tiir will be able to manage alone now.
Perhaps the Fool was able to influence the Hanged Man just enough to save him from the noose.
And then his hand falls back to the ground and Minato runs out of time to say or think or do anything at all.]
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He forces open his eyes, slowly looks up though he doesn't have the strength to move his head much more than that.
Slowly. Slowly. He takes a slow breath, but can't manage a very deep one before his breath catches and he almost chokes--
On nothing and on everything all at once, choking on his words when he'd never hesitated before.
But this isn't hesitation. He's just dying.
Just dying. He knows. He's felt that before.
So he opens his eyes and looks at Tiir blearily (though can he really see Tiir? Can he really see anything but faint colors and blurs at this point?) and manages. He reaches up with a bloody hand--but it shakes and he can only lift it a few inches off of the ground.
...h-ha...]
N-no...regrets.
[Remember?
He had meant himself, perhaps before. But now he means Tiir.
Perhaps he's always meant Tiir.
There are a thousand things he could say. But he doesn't have the time, and he knows it; he just hopes Tiir will be able to manage alone now.
Perhaps the Fool was able to influence the Hanged Man just enough to save him from the noose.
And then his hand falls back to the ground and Minato runs out of time to say or think or do anything at all.]