Chains. Ropes. Cages. Walls. ANBU.
All of those things bound me to this prison. This prison that kept me underground, away from the light, for many, many years now. Too many to count, if I could count them, that is. The sun has become a foreign dream to me, along with any other outdoor luxuries.
Meals are served once a day, although I could hardly call them 'meals'. Yet it is what keeps me alive. Age doesn't affect me nor does most poisons. So far, only hunger and the taunting of guards could end my life. Yet the Hokages are too sympathetic towards me to let me die. Or would it be, in their guilt, in taking me away from Him at such a young age?
Do I feel hatred of them?
That is a good question.
I haven't felt It for a long time. The presence is gone. I meditate and focus on It but nothing reaches me. I have stopped trying to find It or summon my chakra for a long while now. They are gone. Forever lost in these chains, ropes, cages, walls.
Yet I feel it. It is raging. Time is beginning to shorten. Though I cannot possess It any longer, I can…sense it…faintly. The seal is wearing off, hopefully, HE can see it too.
