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Well, that’s nice to hear; at least he doesn’t have to worry about his eternal damnation getting cut short.

“You’re leaving already?” Steven says without thinking, having to backtrack when he realizes how selfish it is of him to want or expect Minato to stay any longer than is necessary. The kid has a job to do, and he can’t hang around just because he stumbled across a needy, lonely spirit.

“I mean, uh… yeah. Yeah, definitely. Go get ‘em!”

Bell offers an encouraging smile and a courtesy glance toward the monitors out of habit. There’s no way he’s going to give the all-clear without double-checking first, and—

“Wait, um… how old are you, again?” Old enough, based on appearance. Steven considers anyone younger than 25 a kid, but the others certainly don’t see it that way; they might not immediately attack Minato if they see him wandering the halls, but they won’t view him as a poor, lost child, either.

“Never mind. Just watch out for the animatronics, okay? In fact… shoot, you’re here with a whole group, right?” He saw some of them on the camera feeds. “I should probably come with you just in case. They don’t really like when people come to visit, y’know?”