| [Jun. 5th, 2009|03:14 am] |
She broke and you didn't, and that's the thing that matters. She's not hurting anymore. It was the kind of cold comfort only one ANBU would offer another. If she'd survived having broken, her suffering would have been unendurable. At least she was spared that last indignity.
Ginta nodded, acknowledging that tiny olive branch for what it was.
"I'm glad you were... There. For her." For me. "I wouldn't... I'd have done what I had to. But..."
Kakashi holding Tsuyako gently. Snapping her slender neck without a tremor of hesitation, once he understood what had to be. She'd broken, she was dying. She'd have slowed them down, and never have survived in the end anyway. She was in agony from her injuries, and from her knowledge that at the last, she'd failed her mission in every way possible.
It had been a mercy.
"Thank you." Ginta's voice was as controlled as Kakashi's, but rougher, edged with something as raw as the weeping blistered burns on his skin. |
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