Inside the Mind of Gaara
Love. What is it really? Hardly more than a word. A word that makes us do stupid, foolish things. A word that deludes us, clouds our judgment. A word that makes us kill in cold blood, murders-war. A word that, for me, has never existed.
Even now, staring at this land -my land-, watching these people -my people-, I do not feel love. I am hard pressed to say I feel compassion of any kind. Disgust -maybe.
These deluded people, with their nonsensical notions. How am I to lead them, when they wonder so far away? Have they no mission, no purpose, in life? Are they so deluded by their fancy of a ridiculous notion such as love that they cannot see their own demise fast approaching?
Moreover, when did I agree to save them from themselves? I never said I could protect them from their false ideals of a silly love.
Inside the Mind of Orochimaru
I'm lost. I know it. Deluded. Deluded : Delusional. My plan. So perfect. A fail. Choppy. At sea-No! At war. My life: It cannot be a waste. I've failed. I'm losing grasp. My dreams: Have they vanished? Frantic. What's left to search for? Revenge: It no longer interests me. Even the word -It holds no meaning. I feel no passion. Not to kill nor obtain. Immortality: What good is it when I cannot exist without him? Him. He who has ruined me. Destroyed everything. Hopes, dreams, plans. Constructed his own in place of mine. And I failed to notice, so deluded was I. To possess him, so easy. Easy? No. Not to have him as I wish. To force him to submit, to torture his obedience. That would be easy. But, to have him as I wish, in a way which I could hold him-No. He must be willing. I care for him. I could not hurt him. I cannot bring myself to strike him down. I wish to hate him. But he has stolen even that power from me. Now, frantic. Lost. Hopeless. Because of him. Because, and dare I utter such clumsy words? The truth, I must say it. To hear it, to accept it. To admit it. Ruined. All because. I love him.