Disbelief flooded his system,
disbelief towards that couldn't, shouldn't be possible, but was right before his eyes.
"No!" He mentally screams in the cavern of his mind, unable to do so in the physical sense.
The, oh so familiar ache and guilt carves itself anew into his long scarred heart.
They stare at him, grief and sorrow etched into their terribly similar faces, asking him to forgive what they are about to, forced to, do. He had not expected this
meeting, did not imagine that someone would be so twisted and desperate to be rid of him that they would revive the ones who had haunted him and drove him
towards the path he had chosen, then left, once accomplished.
Knowing he would not be able to fight them, knowing it would cause pain beyond what he's felt, to be
killed by them, his clan, his family. He now knows why Naruto had tried to prevent him from entering the clearing, Naruto witnessing the revival firsthand, Naruto
knowing the effect it would have on him. And now, as he feels the paralysis strong within him, the vulnerability along with it, he knows this is something he cannot
fight (face) as his disbelieving eyes travel along the sword raised above his head, as it descends to take his life so he might rejoin his family, he does not hear
Naruto's shouts nor does he see Sakura's tears. He only see's the sword and his family,
waiting for the blow.