I've been waiting for my whole life.
First I waited for my father.
Then for a friend.
Then for love.
Then for my sensei.
I waited for orders.
Then for my comrades.
Then I waited for my students.
Then for my death.
It took me so long to stop.
To stop and realize I had to move on,
I had to stop waiting.
Because that's what causes scars.
No, not like the one from the mission that killed Obito.
No, not the one from the mission that killed Rin.
Not the one from the Kyuubi attack, the one that killed my sensei.
The ones from watching them die. The one from seeing my father on the ground, blood pooled around him. A tanto in his stomach.
I can't forget.
But I can forgive.