Minato was still... uncertain as to why this level of dread was making his heart and feet feel as heavy as they did, but Ashe's authoritative voice and prolonged concerned glance made him feel--at the least, there were certainly people who would care if he dropped dead, even some of those being people who didn't personally know him. And by now he had others who he wanted to protect too, with the best of his abilities. As much as he would deny it.

He could't be weak now; no, he has to make sure no one else suffers more than they already have. He tightens the grip on his staff and bites his lower lip, and shortly follows behind other Heroes on the way downstairs.