Inside
He thought he should laugh.
After all these years trying not to think about him, trying not to remember, he had now his face just over his heart. Had he believed in god, he would have thought, he was been mocked by him. It was just like a signal, a remind of what he would never have again.
Damned Senju, always managing to throw him out of balance.
He dressed up again, covering that face that had always been there but never dared to show up. Again he felt the urge to laugh like the maniac some believed he was.
He would have, if it didn't hurt so much.