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Memories are haunting, yes. Though sometimes they end up being there for a better cause, things that happened because of them would not have led to other things down the line.
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I would probably also have been dead way before now.
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When that war ended, those with bloodlines were mercilessly hunted and killed as the regular people feared them, which is understandable, I suppose. My mother managed to escape from them and led a normal life as if nothing was different at all.
[A small bit of a pause, this next part... is the bit of a sore spot.] One day I was outside playing and figured out how to make a ice and control it, I showed it to my mother and she disciplined me for it, having hope I would not have received that trait from her. She had not known my father had seen it.
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What is the significance of your father having witnessed the event? He was one of the 'regular' people?
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The significance is that, yes. He rallied a group of villagers and without a second thought killed my mother and came after me, drawing me into a corner and seeming to have no second thought to killing a child. I, ah, acted in a manner of self-preservation, creating something along the line of ice spikes which ended up killing those after me as well as spearing through the house, as well.
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It sounds like a very scarring experience.
[There's a soft question in there.]
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Shinobi learn how to detach themselves from their emotions when it is necessary, that is what I was taught. If what happened had not happened, I would be dead and I would not have met Zabuza-san and have that purpose in my life to cope and deal as I do now.
A double-edged sword, perhaps, but it is something that tends to work out despite. Being first perceived as a tool, to be used and to be useful, it was all that I had needed.
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I'm glad to hear you're trying to see the silver lining, as they say. But "as a tool" ... Who was using you this way?
[That statement troubled him a little, yeah. It sounded so indicative of something else.]
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It is far better than being upset or depressed about it, is it not? I should describe the word a bit, by "tool" I mean I allowed for myself to be used for my master's purposes, whatever he needed I would do. It gave me a purpose in life, I allowed myself to be used like that.
It is... different now, in this place, not that it is a bad thing.
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We do what we have to do when it comes down to survival - mental as well as physical. If you feel that attitude is the right thing to do, I'm one to tell you otherwise. Despite this, I'd like to advise you not to get lost in that manner of thinking. It might have given you a purpose, but I hope it won't become your sole one.
[A brief pause.] Change can most definitely be a positive thing if you let it, yes.
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I understand. What I have not mentioned is that I had died once before this place, protecting him, I understand what purpose is and what it can lead to. I would do it all again if that situation happened, without a second thought. He is precious to me and I would give my life for him, it is as simple as that.
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So this place revived you? That's fantastic.
[And again, a bit of a questioning look here.] Isn't that conflicting? To be brought back to life, but in an entirely different world?
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It did.
Conflicting? No. I think of it as a second chance and in a place where I do not have to fight to survive, do not have to kill in order to have food in my stomach, do not have to deal with the problems that were in my world. It is a relief and I really do enjoy being able to start over.
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