[ This is starting to feel more and more like an interrogation... But fair's fair. Mitsuru's entitled to the answers to her questions, and Minato's well aware that she's just being herself. ]

Something like that.

[ Not a lie. Minato doesn't actually know how much this version of Mitsuru shared with his own Kirijo-senpai. Even if details of this Mitsuru's life diverged from the one he'd known, she probably still wouldn't let him get away with skirting around and giving half-answers. ]

I think... I might be from a time where Shiomi Kotone never existed. You're from a time where Arisato Minato never existed.

[ His gaze lowers for a moment as he considers how to best pose his next statement. ]

And -- I think you know, Kirijo-senpai, that things like space and time manipulation are real.