There are mechanics enough who'd take pride in being able to handle the extra business.
( She shrugs, eyes not on the screen. Sakura has a tendency to focus on her surroundings more than the person she speaks with on her tablet. With his question, she glances back to the camera.
Who? She wonders if she really minds. It's another name, one that comes back with a jarring clarity that had been lacking while she survived in the Port. )
Madara.
( A clean, careful pronunciation of that name. )
But his is a name I can hope remains meaningless to this world. His kind of hate, and the power he craves, has no place in any world but our own.
( Or his own, as it were. Hard to think that the Madara she'd met in the Port was the only real iteration she knew, not just a clone with the same megalomaniac dreams.
Back "home" he would inevitably lose to Naruto and Konoha. The will of fire he helped spark would incinerate him and his dark delusions, leaving the world better for the cleansing of that fire. Idly, she wonders how much of the world will burn before it can heal once again.
Pointless thoughts in this place. Forever pointless for her. )
Ah, but why talk about me? Especially with such unhappy tales. I'm embarrassed, thinking I'm taking up this much of your time with burdens that aren't yours to bear!
( It's her polite way of assuming responsibility for the conversation while simultaneously shutting down that avenue of thought. )
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( She shrugs, eyes not on the screen. Sakura has a tendency to focus on her surroundings more than the person she speaks with on her tablet. With his question, she glances back to the camera.
Who? She wonders if she really minds. It's another name, one that comes back with a jarring clarity that had been lacking while she survived in the Port. )
Madara.
( A clean, careful pronunciation of that name. )
But his is a name I can hope remains meaningless to this world. His kind of hate, and the power he craves, has no place in any world but our own.
( Or his own, as it were. Hard to think that the Madara she'd met in the Port was the only real iteration she knew, not just a clone with the same megalomaniac dreams.
Back "home" he would inevitably lose to Naruto and Konoha. The will of fire he helped spark would incinerate him and his dark delusions, leaving the world better for the cleansing of that fire. Idly, she wonders how much of the world will burn before it can heal once again.
Pointless thoughts in this place. Forever pointless for her. )
Ah, but why talk about me? Especially with such unhappy tales. I'm embarrassed, thinking I'm taking up this much of your time with burdens that aren't yours to bear!
( It's her polite way of assuming responsibility for the conversation while simultaneously shutting down that avenue of thought. )