…He's dead.

He's dead.

He's really dead.

Yahiko. My friend. My best friend. He's dead. Somehow, I just can't wrap my mind around it.

Dead. Gone.

I'll never see him again. Never ever. He's gone. Forever. No way to change that.

I killed him. I killed my best friend. The one person I cared about more than anything else in the world. I loved him more than my own life.

And I just killed him. Or, at least, I helped him kill himself.

Blood. It feels like all I can see is blood. Seeping into my shoes; seeping into my soul. Blood covers everything in its crimson blanket, smelling of iron and the meaningless waste of human life.

Why are you crying, Konan? No! Don't do that! Don't be upset! Don't hate me! Please…don't hate me…I didn't mean it. He ran straight into my kunai. There was nothing I could do! Don't hate me...

I'll make it right. Somehow, I will make everything right.

These people will pay. All of them will pay.

I am going to kill each and every person here as punishment for his death. For every drop of Yahiko's blood that has been spilled, I will draw a hundred drops of blood from the enemy.

Die! All of you die! Die, and kneel before your God! Kneel in the mud like the filthy swine you are! Kneel before me and die!

…Konan…you're still crying. Why are you crying? I killed the people responsible for Yahiko's death. I thought that would make you happy.

No, don't look at me like that! Don't hate me! Please…I couldn't bear to lose you, too…

It's okay. Everything is fine.

Please, stop crying, Konan. Here, let me hold you. If you have to cry, please at least cry in my arms. Let me comfort you.

It's still raining. I feel as though the very sky itself mourns for Yahiko's passing.

It mourns because I will it so.

I command the skies to mourn for him, to pour forth their tears to cleanse away this bloody mess. Wash it away, soak it into the earth. Just take it all away. I don't want to feel the pain anymore.


That's all that's left, isn't there?

All I can feel is pain. Burning me, consuming me, devouring me whole. It hurts so much I can hardly stand it.

I want it to stop. I want everything to stop. Eat up all my misery until all I have left is numbness.

I will make the pain go away. I will find a way to make it stop. I will end all pain for everyone.

Konan, you can stop crying now. And once I'm finished with this pathetic world, you will never have to cry again.

Pick yourself up, Konan. We have a lot of work to do.