He looked like he was asleep. Only I knew he wasn't.
His body and even his hair were soaked in deep red blood, his body and arms mangled. Yet his face was unmarred, spare a couple of cuts, one positioned right above his eye, making his angelic face look as if he'd been crying blood.
An explosion backfire...No.
I could see the real tear that still clung to his face.
I knew then.
He'd planned this.
Suicide.
He'd still been living for Akasuna no Sasori.
An explosion...killing himself with what he deemed the greatest of art?
It fit him.
Yet I couldn't help my emotions.
I tore off my mask and threw it, not caring at all where it landed or if it's broken or whatever. I fell to my knees and cried, sobbing into my hands.
This time I failed.
This time, I let my friend die.