[ lupin must know. dextera won’t confirm or deny it, unless he asks directly, but even then it seems like too big a thing to tell even under the greatest duress. minato has been so careful about his secret, dextera knows, and to have someone as passionate as lupin worrying after him would probably make him only feel guilty.

so dextera assumes, anyway, and so he doesn’t want to push the issue. ]

…yes.

[ he says, slowly. he’s distracted, too. ]

If that’s what it is… I think death is tied to our existence here. The people around me lost memories of me when I died.