[080]
Quite an interesting batch of newcomers this time around.
A large amount of people had been sent away. If we are here rather than the more controlled environment of the other compound, I wonder what the disappearances mean.
Usagi-san, I see your ninja skills are improving.
[Viewable by those he knows save for AU Naruto and Sakura. Private to those he doesn't and unhackable]
I get it now. I understand. And after all of this I have come to a conclusion: I don't agree, and it doesn't much change my opinion or outlook on Itachi. He still does not have my mercy, my compassion, nor does he have my sympathy.
I can't forgive him yet. Maybe I never will. I'll never forget what he had done. He still had a choice. He chose Konoha over my clan; over our blood. For peace. Peace. Something both unachievable and almost always truly undesirable. Out of love. A trade. Hatred for love. There is hardly a difference. Love is not a healer. More times than not, love is a destroyer. To take it to such an extreme. How idealistic. Nonsense, really. He could have done it a different way. We could have stood together.
If he cannot remember the true reasons why he really did what he did than perhaps I will show him mercy. Perhaps I will give him redemption. When these cuffs lay inactive. Perhaps I will do this. It was his choice after all. He chose to die. He practically begged for it.
Saving me from war was no different than killing each and every member of the clan - and than making me relive it again. Twice. I still dream about it to this day.
I never knew him. Perhaps he never knew me either. If he chose to do something such as this - so stupid. It makes me wonder if he knew anything about me at all. Clearly not. Scared by war. Its almost... Weak. Never did I think that in all my life I would associate weak with Itachi. Here I am doing just that. I'm almost glad I never saw who he really was. We could have been happy. We could have been strong together as a family.
The clan, my family, they were what mattered. Konoha could burn for all I care, and any other village or country for that matter. The people are what make the difference. There are so few people I could say that I truly cared for there; one's that were not my blood. If it came down to me choosing my blood over innocent people - I would choose my blood. It is that simple.
I would rather see a pile of nameless bodies marked by our swords than live in a pile of our own flesh and blood - flesh and blood of my own, and marked by my brother who was urged on by the bodies of those nameless. Those people who took everything. The bond of a village doesn't matter as much as the bonds of those within them. The bonds of your blood.
I said I would stand by Madara's side. For a moment I wondered how true that was. I wonder no longer. I will choose what I may, and I may well stand by him - by my blood.
I have no desire to return to my room, but for now I suppose I will.
A large amount of people had been sent away. If we are here rather than the more controlled environment of the other compound, I wonder what the disappearances mean.
Usagi-san, I see your ninja skills are improving.
[Viewable by those he knows save for AU Naruto and Sakura. Private to those he doesn't and unhackable]
I get it now. I understand. And after all of this I have come to a conclusion: I don't agree, and it doesn't much change my opinion or outlook on Itachi. He still does not have my mercy, my compassion, nor does he have my sympathy.
I can't forgive him yet. Maybe I never will. I'll never forget what he had done. He still had a choice. He chose Konoha over my clan; over our blood. For peace. Peace. Something both unachievable and almost always truly undesirable. Out of love. A trade. Hatred for love. There is hardly a difference. Love is not a healer. More times than not, love is a destroyer. To take it to such an extreme. How idealistic. Nonsense, really. He could have done it a different way. We could have stood together.
If he cannot remember the true reasons why he really did what he did than perhaps I will show him mercy. Perhaps I will give him redemption. When these cuffs lay inactive. Perhaps I will do this. It was his choice after all. He chose to die. He practically begged for it.
Saving me from war was no different than killing each and every member of the clan - and than making me relive it again. Twice. I still dream about it to this day.
I never knew him. Perhaps he never knew me either. If he chose to do something such as this - so stupid. It makes me wonder if he knew anything about me at all. Clearly not. Scared by war. Its almost... Weak. Never did I think that in all my life I would associate weak with Itachi. Here I am doing just that. I'm almost glad I never saw who he really was. We could have been happy. We could have been strong together as a family.
The clan, my family, they were what mattered. Konoha could burn for all I care, and any other village or country for that matter. The people are what make the difference. There are so few people I could say that I truly cared for there; one's that were not my blood. If it came down to me choosing my blood over innocent people - I would choose my blood. It is that simple.
I would rather see a pile of nameless bodies marked by our swords than live in a pile of our own flesh and blood - flesh and blood of my own, and marked by my brother who was urged on by the bodies of those nameless. Those people who took everything. The bond of a village doesn't matter as much as the bonds of those within them. The bonds of your blood.
I said I would stand by Madara's side. For a moment I wondered how true that was. I wonder no longer. I will choose what I may, and I may well stand by him - by my blood.
I have no desire to return to my room, but for now I suppose I will.