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.
Orochimaru
Alone. Finally. Isn't this what I wanted? At least, at the moment. Something is missing. I've had this feeling before. I can shrug it off, force it from my mind. But I cannot understand it.
I have plans, I have talents. I have power. So much power. I need more. There are few who stand in my way. Few who have the ability to even attempt to stop me. And even those who do are easy enough to deal with.
I have loyal subjects. Follow me, I say, and they do. They are nothing, they mean nothing. They talk themselves up, talk over each other, but they mean nothing.
One boy, that's all it took to show them they didn't know me. They all thought they knew.
That's the problem. They think too much. I think. I think too much. I need.
This feeling, what is it? It does not leave. Even as my thoughts change subjects, even as my hands keep busy with the thick black ink on this scroll, the feeling is there. Nagging at me internally.
Maybe I have gone crazy. I have power, I have loyal subjects. Why do I feel…alone?