Interesting. The erasing of our memories seems to change who we are...keeps us from being the people that we were, simply making us puppets to the games of the gods here. If you were to forget enough, you would never be who you had been.

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...Those explosions.

It was Deidara.

...Death is not less painful a second time.

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Death can produce such peculiar settings. But this does not appear to be an actual death, something different - unique. A narrow escape at death, perhaps? ...An experience meant to teach a lesson, even?

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