There were similarities between Alastor Moody and Kakashi Hatake. Separate worlds, separate personalities, yet very similar.

They were both scarred. Both men had suffered a huge amount for their respective loyalties. Yet, they were different in that Alastor was scarred physically while Kakashi was scarred deeper than that. Yes, they were both scarred.

They both had lost. They had both watched comrades fall and had been helpless to stop it. The had both grown up when it came to pain. Yet, they were different in that Kakashi still shed tears in yearning for what he had relinquished. Yes, they had lost.

They both were given names. Alastor became "Mad-Eye" and Kakashi became "The Copy Ninja" in the eyes of others. Others who may or may not have wanted to cause harm. Yet Alastor's name was used by all, in difference to Kakashi's being used as nothing but a threat. Yes, they were given names.

They had both given up an eye. They both had suffered through the pain of their eye being cut out, and had both endured it. They both gained from it, Alastor having a new eye made for him and Kakashi receiving a gift. Yet their difference was that Kakashi regretted every moment of someone else's life that had wasted away. Yes, they had given up an eye.

They had both broken. In their past, both men had lost hope and given in to terror. They had changed because of that. Yet, it had happened in different ways. For Alastor, it had been all of a sudden in a dark box while Kakashi broke down over the years as would rain on even the most solid boulder. Yes. they had broken.

They had been fixed. Both in the form of a trio of teenagers, expecting nothing from them and receiving so much more. Yet Alastor had been the indirect recipient while Kakashi had been given his trio's full attention. Yes, they had been fixed.

They were both warriors. They both fought for what was important to them, to protect what they valued as precious. They both held a special position their whole lives, proud and brave. In this there were the same. Yes, they were warriors.

So thought an old man named Albus Dumbledore. He allowed himself a tear to fall in regret of what both men, with different personalities, different worlds, and the same pain had endured.