Date: 2010-12-24 12:39 am (UTC)
The glance, the touch, those spoke of permanence. Inoichi would be lying to himself if he pretended that didn't distress him on some level but that, that was a minor thing in comparison to the rest of it.

The words of cruelty done by others.

"How rough."

It wasn't a question. It was a demand.
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