Sasuke glared tightly at him, as he shifted his siting position. The man made him nervous, he always had. The creepy aura around him sent shivers down Sasuke’s bones, almost numbing like. “I have my own reasons for living. You’re just weak. In my eyes, the word care is only something an imbecile would use.” He declared broadly, shifting his bangs.
Gaara noted that Sasuke was as vapid as ever. Seemed he hadn’t gotten much brighter from when they had grapeled before. He didn’t like him then and he still didn’t much care for him now. “Your reason is based on a concept of revenge…a rather foolish conquest.”
He narrowed his eyes at this, not believing in any of the foolish nonsense he’d been told. “What makes you think you know anything about how I feel?” Sasuke asked, totally ignoring the sad and depressing life that Gaara had grown around in, inside of a shell of thick sand. Sasuke thought as the whole world against him and his clan, for no reason whatsoever. He already killed Itachi, and realized how much of a good man he was, and then decided he’d go and kill the place that made this happen. Little did he no there was a reason to why his family was killed.
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