[The offense crashes into him before he realizes what's happening. He hadn't wanted--he'd been thinking he would terminate somehow, as soon as he found someone who could do it, but what surfaces at Xellos' quip has him wrapping protective arms around his belly.
He hadn't been thinking of it that way, but now that he has, he can't shake it from his head. It's true. This is all that's left of Warsman here, and it's so much more than a poncho or a bouquet of roses--it's his blood, intermingled with Sasuke's, and now that he's looking for it he can tell the new chakra isn't new at all, but a blend of theirs.
Irreversibly.
He doesn't even care that his sanity is being insulted. It doesn't matter.]
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[The offense crashes into him before he realizes what's happening. He hadn't wanted--he'd been thinking he would terminate somehow, as soon as he found someone who could do it, but what surfaces at Xellos' quip has him wrapping protective arms around his belly.
He hadn't been thinking of it that way, but now that he has, he can't shake it from his head. It's true. This is all that's left of Warsman here, and it's so much more than a poncho or a bouquet of roses--it's his blood, intermingled with Sasuke's, and now that he's looking for it he can tell the new chakra isn't new at all, but a blend of theirs.
Irreversibly.
He doesn't even care that his sanity is being insulted. It doesn't matter.]
Don't call my baby a memento.