[ If only Terry knew Minato's version of saving the world was him giving the moon the middle finger and then going to sleep

He mumbles a little, leaning away from Terry's finger, because he always feels slightly out of it every time he's hit with something from the past. It's sort of like Terry's pinpointing, but worse because he can't choose when and what to see. ]

You guys are a lot more trouble than whatever the hell I got up to in past lives. You'd think a gazillion years would qualify for full retirement... Anyways, I know barely anything about the past and nothing about the future. I'm an Attendant. I'm not supposed to have either.