[Scar nearly drops the Forge in shock, watching this.
That anger. He knows that anger. Intimately. A flash back to eight years ago, when everything was taken from him.
Wanting to kill and hurt and destroy....he knows it far too well. It's something he's never told Naruto about (been afraid to), but he feels the need to say something now.]
...It can be far too tempting a prospect, sometimes. [He's sure Naruto will know what he means.]
[ voice ]couragetodareFebruary 21 2011, 21:20:09 UTC
[There's a long, long pause. No, he's not surprised that Scar might understand. There was always something there, half hidden.] Sometimes. [It's more than he should admit and something he'll never follow through on. He made a promise and he'll be damned if he breaks this one.]
A man once told me that love breeds sacrifice, which breeds hatred.
[ voice ] ...I meant to private this, ffff. Oh well. XDlonestrayFebruary 21 2011, 22:24:28 UTC
[Maybe he'll tell Naruto, some day, the truth of who "Scar" really is, where the name came from. He's not sure if he can do it now, and Naruto's moved somewhat off the subject. It makes it easier.
There's a pause of his own, and then a soft sound. Of understanding, maybe, or simply a mirthless huff of a laugh.]
That's an interesting way to look at it.
Though often enough, hatred need not even that much to fester.
[Difference can be enough. Difference, which leads to fear. Fear, which leads to anger and violence, and more fear. He's all too familiar with the cycle.]
[ voice | private ] fff /pretends it was private ALL ALONG >__>couragetodareFebruary 22 2011, 01:23:17 UTC
Interesting or fucked up. He was right in a way. Love breeds sacrifice, which breeds hatred. Hatred breeds revenge. It's a circle. [He's quiet for a few moments. Thinking. He had been more angry to lose Sakura than losing Hinata. He can't deny the truth in that fact. He hates this place now.
He can't deny that either.] But love breeds other things too. People are just people, we act stupid sometimes, over stupid things. We hate sometimes, over stupid things.
People are just people. [Prone to human fallacy. His mantra is a tired one.]
[ voice | private ] WHOOT. \o/ /pretends with ...also, sorry for the teal deer XDlonestrayFebruary 22 2011, 19:33:08 UTC
[Love. He can't really claim to understand it well, anymore. It's too wrapped up in far too much pain and loss and anger and hatred, warped to the point of being unrecognizable. He knows it, conceptually--the love of families, of husband and wife--he thinks he can even say he loved his brother, once. He just doesn't remember how it feels anymore.
There's not much he has to say about that. Hatred, anger, are things he understands well enough to talk about. Not love. Not friendship, either. He's still struggling with the latter.]
Just people. [He repeats, almost testing it on his tongue. Another pause and then another one of those quiet, thoughtful noises.]
That anger. He knows that anger. Intimately. A flash back to eight years ago, when everything was taken from him.
Wanting to kill and hurt and destroy....he knows it far too well. It's something he's never told Naruto about (been afraid to), but he feels the need to say something now.]
...It can be far too tempting a prospect, sometimes. [He's sure Naruto will know what he means.]
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A man once told me that love breeds sacrifice, which breeds hatred.
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There's a pause of his own, and then a soft sound. Of understanding, maybe, or simply a mirthless huff of a laugh.]
That's an interesting way to look at it.
Though often enough, hatred need not even that much to fester.
[Difference can be enough. Difference, which leads to fear. Fear, which leads to anger and violence, and more fear. He's all too familiar with the cycle.]
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He can't deny that either.] But love breeds other things too. People are just people, we act stupid sometimes, over stupid things. We hate sometimes, over stupid things.
People are just people. [Prone to human fallacy. His mantra is a tired one.]
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There's not much he has to say about that. Hatred, anger, are things he understands well enough to talk about. Not love. Not friendship, either. He's still struggling with the latter.]
Just people. [He repeats, almost testing it on his tongue. Another pause and then another one of those quiet, thoughtful noises.]
...I wonder if it really can be that simple.
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