Uchiha rotation!: Madara
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lxxvii — mutilation
"You're crazy. Kami, Madara, you're crazy!" Kagome fell to the forest floor in a broken heap of hopelessness. "Why, seriously… Where? Where does this madness end with you?"
Madara spared the delirious kunoichi but a few second's glance. Then he went back to nonchalantly washing his red-tainted hands in the flowing river.
"I believe I have told you many times — on five differing occasions, if I recall — that we may part ways and I will not ever come after you," obliged a baritone so smooth, unperturbed.
Kagome's fingers found their way into her hair, gripping black tendrils tightly. She could still hear the screaming; the despair of not just war-trained men but also innocent women and children. The broken woman sobbed.
"I can't," she choked out. "I want to. But I can't."
Madara kept his focus on the cleansing of his hands.
"I can't leave you."
Find what you love and let it kill you.
—Charles Bukowski
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