It was never easy watching a comrade die. Kakashi Hatake had witnessed it so many times he had sometimes longed for the sweet release of death to embrace him as it had so may of his precious people before him. Dishonor, the worst fate a shinobi could ever endure. How awful could it be? Who would even live long enough to remember his dishonor? In the world of a shinobi one notion reigned true, only the good die young. Kakashi accepted his inevitable fate of not being one of the chosen few, the "good" ones.
Had he really been this deserving of such a fate? Living long enough to see the life slowly leak out of everyone he had cared about. Maybe he was cursed, maybe it was a Hatake tradition to endure suffering to such a degree, maybe, just maybe... The negativity of his thinking was eclipsed for a mere moment as he looked upon the face of the child in his arms. Maybe this child was his purpose, his sweet release from the woes and struggles of this sad shinobi exsistence. He remembers the last words his sensei ever spoke to him, ones of hope and optimisim, "Kakashi, remember Obito, remember Rin, remember Me." he coughed as blood spewed out of his mouth before continuing, "You have become an exceptional shinobi through hardwork, perserverance, and an insatiable desire to complete the mission at hand. Now I challenge you to find a new way. Find love, find happiness, find purpose. Find yourself, Kakashi." with that Minato Namikaze breathed his last and took his place alongside so many other of the "good" ones. It was just fitting that Minato's son became his purpose in life.
Now as he stares upon the lifeless body of his most precious person, with an unmistakable exit wound, a wound that can only be caused by his jutsu. Kakashi cannot help but give a faint chuckle at the irony of it all. With weak knees he walks and cradles what little remain of his final purpose in life... With a faint sigh he confirms what his heart has told him for all these years... "Yepp, I am cursed.