…She didn't know what to do.
She…
Why…
Why hadn't she known? Why hadn't she noticed? How had she gotten so swept up? She was—so…so concentrated trying to save Naruto, fighting Madara, she missed…
This was her fault.
If she'd been stronger, if she'd been better, if she'd been faster at any part of it, maybe…
Maybe she would have found him in time.
Maybe he'd be here.
Maybe she'd have something she could do other than watch as Naruto raged and screamed and shook a body too long gone of life for anyone to save.
She didn't do anything, because there wasn't anything she could do to help, so why should she do…anything?
She fell to her knees, silent, staring blankly at the pair of friends—at the one teammate she had left.
They'd tried so hard….
They'd spent…so many years…
And it was all
for nothing.