[.. ... ... How can Akira be so casual about this? Minato thinks back to the way Junpei's face had looked when he'd been shot, the blood draining from his body, because he'd been so reckless as to think he was invincible.

His hands clench into a fist for a moment, before he forcibly loosens his fingers and threads his hands together instead, breathing out a sigh.]

Well... now that I know you've been beaten to an inch of your life, I'm not sure it's the best time for story time...

[Don't worry, he's not going back on what he said, he's still just!! A little sour!! Over everyone being so god damn reckless and constantly getting into trouble and--!!!]

... We were wrong, though. About the Dark Hour, and how to get rid of it.

[Minato just sighs, shaking his head, and admits pretty plainly:]

We messed up in who we trusted. Maybe...I should've taken a page from your book after all.

[Akira seemed to have managed to smoke out his traitor, reckless as his plan was.

Minato never saw it coming.]