He shifted to put an arm around him, and listened quietly. "Very young," he commented. But then, many shinobi children were forced to grow up quickly. It was just what the world--this world--was like. And the thought that he could fix it if he wanted to came to him, the way it so often did when he thought something was sad or unfair. He could rewrite everything. Rearrange what was, what would be. Create a dream more lovely than reality.
He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, like he always did.
"Well. I'm proud of you, you know. For all of that."
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He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, like he always did.
"Well. I'm proud of you, you know. For all of that."