๏ผ his fears were simpler things. fear for sasuke. fear that he may not live long enough to be of benefit to his brother's continued existence. fear that danzล, no longer held in check by sarutobi hiruzen, would renege on the deal that saw the uchiha buried in a mass grave. he was always afraid of something, but he cannot recall the last time he felt it for himself. sorrow and grief were the strangling vines of his emotions, oceans so deep there was nothing left beneath their crushing weight that could survive the pressure. together they are a bleak, yawning, endless thing that stretches out beneath a sun that gives no heat to the world, and precious little light.
he was not afraid of battle, of the possibility of being understood as a spy, of being tortured or taken apart. he knew there was only one fight in his life he would ever lose — a matter of will more than skill or talent. he would not have allowed himself to fail before sasuke killed him. ๏ผ
For what it is worth, I appreciate that you have attempted to curtail your abilities around me.
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he was not afraid of battle, of the possibility of being understood as a spy, of being tortured or taken apart. he knew there was only one fight in his life he would ever lose — a matter of will more than skill or talent. he would not have allowed himself to fail before sasuke killed him. ๏ผ
For what it is worth, I appreciate that you have attempted to curtail your abilities around me.