[ Pain does not want to see this, nor feel it. (Itachi's dream was bad enough; this is an electrical sodium shot to the nerves, crystallizing inside of him the fibers of his long dead self . . . and selves: the suffering, and a dream deferred, the loss of hope, and those things which you wanted to take root which did not) Trees fall before fire. Dreams fall before the dawn light. Madara is there, now. In that cold place of dim flames. Pain knows that place. Waking to nothingness. The dreams of the past blowing away behind you. What-could-have-beens.
(If the world were what it is not; but the world will forever scorch away the trees of your native land -- drown them, perhaps, in the endless rain, in the floodplain, where the crops no longer grow. Where you are a leader, alone. With others, but in your torment . . . alone.) ]
The dreams of the gods and the immortals . . .
[ Pensively. ]
Always the most forlorn dreams, of all.
[ He is not merely referring to the literal, physical dream -- as presented by the Hitomi, but also to that which the years have tried to bury and oppress. ]
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Date: 2009-06-28 12:23 pm (UTC)(If the world were what it is not; but the world will forever scorch away the trees of your native land -- drown them, perhaps, in the endless rain, in the floodplain, where the crops no longer grow. Where you are a leader, alone. With others, but in your torment . . . alone.) ]
The dreams of the gods and the immortals . . .
[ Pensively. ]
Always the most forlorn dreams, of all.
[ He is not merely referring to the literal, physical dream -- as presented by the Hitomi, but also to that which the years have tried to bury and oppress. ]