[Sasuke opens his eyes. The rain has stopped. He had thought the hollow patter of drops on the rocks-on his skin, in the scattered puddles of blood-would be the last sounds he ever heard. And yet, tragically, his eyes are open and he finds himself staring at nothing. Blurs. He blinks rapidly. Leaves. Sky. Blue.
Other senses awaken. Birdsong and the
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Oh well. Worth a try.]
Ah... hello there?
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RAISES EYEBROW BACK!!!!]
... doing okay there?
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[ So leave me alone and let me enjoy my misery without an audience. The raised brow is joined by the narrowing of two dark eyes. The beginnings of a glare. ]
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You don't need a filling-in?
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No.
[ And now, a full on glare, because really, girls are annoying and unnecessarily helpful girls even more so. ]
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... okay, then.
[But, one last thing.]
You... don't remember being here, right?
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But you remember me.
[ Okay, it isn't really a question so much as an accusation. ]
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Well, yes.
[Waves a hand hastily.]
Don't worry, it happens!
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[ Another aloof-yet-curious raising of a brow. A silent "Do tell." and "Explain." and "What are you implying?" all contained in that single gesture. ]
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Yeah. Sometimes people spend a while here, then they leave, then they come back remembering nothing.
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That feeling of vulnerability has returned. The sensation that he is at a distinct disadvantage in the face of all these strangers and their knowing looks. If someone's been tampering with his mind, what else does he not remember? He's asked before, but perhaps it's worth a try.]
To what point?
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