They lay together on the cold bed, sheets twisted around them, the empty room trapping them together.
"Do I mean anything to you, Sasori?"
The one beside him responds easily, coldly.
"No. I can replace you in a moment and forget about you the second after that."
No sound but the muted, mournful howl of the wind against the window.
"Good. Because you mean nothing to me either."
A cruel, biting laugh.
"Don't kid yourself, brat. Why would you ask if you didn't care? You're pathetic; ninja do not care. You're just a lucky pyromaniac."
The blonde turns over and pretends to sleep, laughter and mocking words echoing in his head.
He could not deny any of it.