Lately, with Gaara being the Kage, she wasn't able to be on missions with him anymore.
Oh how she wished it were the opposite.
She would love to see him fighting like the old days, but he would be so much more rational. And he had made so many improvements. Instead he was stuck in the office all day signing treaties and contracts with other countries. So nowadays, when she was needed for a mission, it was no longer a three man cell, but only a two manned one. Her and Kankuro.
Before, she could tell, the little things he did. Like kicking a guy in the temple so hard you could hear bone snap. Even though he was already dead. Or the way he would try and intimidate people by cursing. Even though words don't truly do anything. Gaara and Temari knew, they were above him. In comparisen, he was the weakling.
The emotional one.
The unstable one.
The weak link.
Little brother, the weak curse.
The weak torture others.
The weak intimidate.
The weak kick a man when he's down.
Little brother, the strong speak no words.
The strong do what is needed, and leave it at that.
The strong, leave people with their dignities.
Little brother, dear brother, you are weak.
You are getting better though, I can now see the wisdom in your eyes.
I guess it just took you a little longer then it did for us. We are slowly but surely becoming each others equals. Even though Gaara may have amazing powers. Even though I have endurance of steel. And you are a master at poisons. We will one day, be equal to each other.
Because, you are my little brother.