"Here's the thing about you and I," he recalled her telling him once,"our hearts are one, and the distance is always none." He remembered her eyes reading him well enough for her to quickly add, "yes, it's cheesy, but love often is." Her words would come to mind during missions, no matter how long or short they were. Now as he was getting ready to leave for an undetermined amount of time, she repeated the words.
"There is nothing romantic about me leaving." They were in this horrible cycle of separation and reunion, one he himself started, and as he prepared his weapons for his departure the next morning, he felt like the cycle would be the death of him.
"I never said it was romantic, but you are not just worried about me, and it's ok to be worried about Sarada." There was quiet sadness in her voice. Reading him in the way only she could, she said it once more, "Our hearts are one, and the distance is always none. Yours, mine, and Sarada's."
He took comfort in knowing theirdaughterwould not be alone, that even through his absence her mother would be there. He knew that his wife would never let his absence cast a shadow on his daughter's joy. Sakura would be enough for Sarada, after all, Sakura had been enough for him.