[ Madara hears the fear of loss in her voice, the kind that only exists because she has not yet suffered the loss, or tasted the strain of wood closing in, taking away the sky. She imagines what it must be like, a loss so great not even time can mend the gaps and fill in the absence. She imagines because she doesn't know the scent of Uchiha fires burning in winter, how it clung to the nostrils and warmed the chest or hands stretched like smiles reflected in their distant glow, gathered about stories and dreams and wishes shared under the stars.
She cannot understand, doesn't, and never will. She is not of the same blood, of the same kin. Doesn't understand red and black and the power that comes with it. The pride. ]
You and I are not in the same situation, so you do not understand. I will ask that you do not pretend to.
[ He has no sympathy for her. He lost his people the moment they fell to the sweet nothings that fell from a false prophet's lips. ]
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Date: 2009-07-03 08:29 am (UTC)She cannot understand, doesn't, and never will. She is not of the same blood, of the same kin. Doesn't understand red and black and the power that comes with it. The pride. ]
You and I are not in the same situation, so you do not understand. I will ask that you do not pretend to.
[ He has no sympathy for her. He lost his people the moment they fell to the sweet nothings that fell from a false prophet's lips. ]