He doesn't understand me. He never understood.
She is far away. In her eternal sleep she can't see my face or hear my screams.
He always wanted to free himself, not knowing that it was actually me who was trapped, who waits dawn fearing of truth… if the ever wakes up. Even behind bars, detained by cold metal and walls that silent his roars and sighs, he had more freedom than me. But, he never saw it. I didn't let him to.
She would give me all the love of this world. She would protect me from every evil, no matter where it comes from. Now, the hard ground is keeping what she used to be, the inert body that soul was giving meaning to, the soul that is lost and there's no tears and sobs that could bring it back.
She gave me life… and then gave her own for me.
He ruined it… and, later, gave it sense.
They were the keepers of the two secrets, the witnesses of the two worlds which mustn't collide, which are hiding danger for the other one.
I've never requested anything from them, and yet they gave me everything.
She, immediately, selflessly, with a dedication that only mothers know.
He greeted me with truculence and arrogance; his eyes were shining with fury, his voice was trembling with hatred. I asked him for the only thing he cared about and he gave it to me for his own benefit. He tried his best to scare me, but I was never afraid of him, as I could see below surface ever then. I was deriving strength from his every move filled with disgust.
It less seemed to me that she surrendered him to be my captive and more that she surrendered him so we could help each other. They couldn't work together. Now it's my turn.
I never got awry under his insults and threats. I wanted to prove to both of us that I'm not like everyone else, to show him that good exists even if they're only evil people. I was hoping that he'll drop his mask and show me his real self, not because I though he'd do that, but because I was wishing he'd do that.
They protected me, shaping my past, present and future.
Mum, thank you for everything you did for me and, please, give me strength you found deep in yourself so long time ago.
Kurama, no matter how you try to run away from truth, you will realize that your enemies aren't the Uchihas or Shukaku. They are your own feelings.
Mum, I spent so little time with you, but that moments are precious to me. I'll give the others love you'd give to me. Part of you is living in me.
Kurama, you've always meant to me more that the power of your hot, red chakra. I still can't forget your surprised glare when I told you that one day I'll free you from your hatred, as you couldn't believe you ears. You know better than other people that acts always follow my words. Another proof how strong are prejudices that hold you in the past. You didn't believe in me. Who's right now?
Mum, I love you and I'll never forget you.
Kurama, you can be alone, but you'll not be happy. After all this years, you became dear to me. I like you very much… and I hope that someday you'll return the feeling… if you haven't already.