| [Jun. 5th, 2009|03:44 am] |
"I snapped?" Maybe he had. It was odd how even a few weeks had blurred his memory. How much exhaustion and injury had been a factor then. Funny how much worse both those factors were now. If he'd been a religious man, he'd have had to ponder whether Fate was fucking with him.
"I tried to leave," he said again, because that was important, and it was the one thing he knew for sure. "You were... You and him. I didn't expect it. I didn't think I'd care. I tried to leave."
Maybe it was some kind of fucked up karma. It was the same ankle--sprained then, broken and then some now. The same arm had a sword slash, though that was more predictable, since he was a leftie--he attacked with his left and blocked with his right. And right now he felt the same head-spinning nausea that came from fatigue and narcotics.
"You know how sometimes you're on a mission and it's going to utter hell, and you can see it going to utter hell, and there's nothing you can do because everything you try fails? How you can tell yourself 'get out', and then you don't because you can't?"
That wasn't it. That wasn't quite it. Kakashi was looking at him now, and all Ginta could think about was the way he'd said I couldn't believe you'd been there and--left.
"You can't have it both ways. I can't have it both ways. So I tried to leave as soon as I knew, but you stopped me." |
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