| [Jun. 5th, 2009|03:08 am] |
Ginta sat up like a corpse rising, using a chakra-laced palm against the wall to force himself upright. He shook, teeth bared, eyes cold as a January midnight. If he'd had the strength in him, he would have stood to face Kakashi, broken leg or no, but he didn't. It was all he could do to hold his back rigid, chest heaving, heart racing, and glare at his rescuer.
"Tsuyako was my partner. My partner. Understand? You don't get to be a sanctimonious prick about her sacrifice. You don't know what I get."
His shaking rattled the metal frame of the cot. He could feel the rails flexing under his white-knuckled grasp.
"I didn't make that factory. I didn't endanger those civilians. I didn't kill Tsuyako. And I sure as hell didn't ask for you to show up, no matter how grateful I am you saved me so I can go home and make a report about how she died." |
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