Whose hand is this? It's mine. Does this mean…I've become someone who people need?
Who's that? Is that me? Yes, it's me: me wanting to be needed by someone? Why? Why did I want that? Why did I yearn for that?
Those eyes…that nose…and that mouth…Why? Why is that 'Gaara'? I was in there. No… What am I anyway? I'm only aware of being me. So who am I? Am I anything more than just this small consciousness?
"Gaara!"
Who is that calling? Who are they calling to?
Whose hand…is this? What? It's just my hand again. My hand… I… Who am I?
That dark hair just now… Who does it belong to? Is there someone here besides me? Yes, there she is. Who is that?
"Gaara," the girl says with a smile.
She is clear to me now. Her eyes are like pearls, clear and pure. Who is she? Is she precious to me? Am I precious to her?
"It's time to wake up, now. Come back to me, Gaara…"