[ Minato nods and takes the cards in his hands, not so much shuffling as he simply takes a stack from the center of the pile and moves it towards the bottom, idly turning the order over like that as he thinks of a question, not having one ready when he'd asked. This is probably his one chance to find an answer he otherwise won't ever bring up again, he thinks. If it's that, then... something important to him... something that's been gnawing at him for years upon years...
It's that, then.
Should I have run away? Did I really hurt them? Is it too late to go home and say I'm sorry?
...
That's more than one question. Just the one, then: "Did I do the right thing?" ]
...Alright.
[ He sets the cards flat on the counter, and slides it over in front of Elizabeth. ]
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It's that, then.
Should I have run away? Did I really hurt them? Is it too late to go home and say I'm sorry?
...
That's more than one question. Just the one, then: "Did I do the right thing?" ]
...Alright.
[ He sets the cards flat on the counter, and slides it over in front of Elizabeth. ]