He always forced a smile around him, however painful it was for him to.
He was only a kid, a helpless kid; it wouldn't bode well for him to teach him a world of hatred.
He pretended to care for him, when inside, he was shivering with hatred.
He was Karura's child- he should take care of him- even though nee-san despised him herself.
He checked the amount of kunai he had- but he already knew it wasn't- wouldn't be enough.
He didn't want the power- he shouldn't blame him for Karura's death.
He couldn't help but do so, and accepted Kazekage's request.
He was lonely- just like he was when Karura was gone- he should pity him, at least.
He just hoped his words, and the bitter truth will harm him enough to make dying worth it.
Tonight he will hopelessly attempt assassination on Gaara-sama, and probably won't return.