He lost his wife because of that thing.
It was no matter; he didn't love her, anyway.
He lost his brother-in-law because of that thing.
He was never a promising shinobi, anyway.
He lost his village's respect because of that thing.
He only needed them to fear him, anyway.
He lost his talented shinobis because of that thing.
No need to worry; he could recruit more, anyway.
He lost almost everything because of that thing; everything but one.
That thing would never be able to have it; they all hate his existence.
But now, he lost the village, his last possession, to that thing.
No problem; he wouldn't make a better Kazekage, anyway.
In the end, that thing did.
He was his creator, his master- without him, that thing wouldn't be so powerful- but that thing took everything away from him.
He'd never rest in peace now.