She doesn't stop to think, but when she does her enemies' faces come to mind.
Who were they really? Someone's lover? Someone's friend?
And she wonders if somewhere, somehow, there's another susuke, another naruto, and another... A team seven where they would be happy, together. She doesn't know where such a land may be, whether it to the east or west, she knows it exists. That people like them exists somewhere else, maybe together, maybe not.
She tries to picture out their faces, strange and foreign to her, smiling and laughing, the only emotions she has not seen on them. She's seen enough of their tears, their pure unadulterated anger and hatred for her, her village, for being the enemy.
She wants to quit at some point. Why bother? Why bother with all this hatred? All this pain? It's all bullshit. That's what she tells herself when she watches her boys and all their friends leave one by one, pawns in a game of chess left to kill or to be kill. She wishes that there was another world where they wouldn't be forced to fight this way, because this way is wrong to her, for her. Blood doesn't belong in children's hands, in children's minds, forcing them to go numb to block out the pain or go insane. It doesn't.
