He crouched on the city's thick wall. Sometimes he wondered whether or not he should actually betray them. If he did, it would just simplify this entire web of lies; no more double lives to lead, no more family members to deceive. But even as he thought this, the image of the third Hokage blocked his vision, the old man smiling and tipping his hat to the future spy. And again, the urges were suppressed. But Kabuto knew that those cruel instincts were still there, as they had been, as nurtured as they had been by Orochimaru.