Disclaimer: I am neither male nor Japanese and my name is most certainly not Kishimoto Masashi. Therefore, Naruto and its characters are not mine.
Hearing the last of his teammates footsteps fade away, Obito is relieved; it was hard to see the pain on Kakashi face, the tears in Rin's eyes.
Alone in the whispering dark, he thinks of many things.
Will Minato-sensei become Hokage?
Will Kakashi be alright? The silver-haired boy has already lost so much, can he bear this too?
Rin is so very fragile, and he does not know if her dwindling self-confidence will survive this blow.
He hopes Kushina-oba-chan can keep them all together, though if anyone can do it, it is her.
Obito mentally lectures Itachi-chan on the dangers of locking away your emotions, and wishes he could make sure his little cousin is not turned into some great prodigy by the clan.
And at last, almost reluctantly, he comes to ponder on his clan.
Their element is fire, but the Uchiha could not be more different if they tried. Fire is blazing and uncontrollable, life and warmth, consuming and dangerous. Fire is passion, and the Uchiha are a study in ice. They hide their emotions behind cold masks and show little warmth; even to their own families.
Obito remembers his father's scorn and shame and wonders if he will miss his son. He knows, talented as she is and though she will hide it, his little sister will miss her failure brother.
Loving her was the only thing he was ever good at.
The rest of the Uchiha clan is icey and nearly passionless, while he most of all embodies fire, yet, in the greatest of ironies, he is weak and dies early.
But he lived the way he wanted, laughing, and died the way he wanted, protecting his friends, and Uchiha Obito feels no regret as he slips into the darkness.