That woman, Sasuke thought. He almost couldn't stop his lips from trembling, but nothing dulled the shine in his eyes. He kept moving, sighing, but never glancing back at that annoying, intrusive, disobedient sting in his heart. He glanced at his empty sleeve. Something would need to replace that arm, he thought, but he had refused surgery. The permanence of this scar was something he needed for himself as a ninja. So tired of fighting, he told himself. But his heart knew the truth. And so did he.
