๏ผ konoha is a prosperous, resource-wealthy nation. is there little wonder the others have rallied against them? out of desperation, jealousy, a desire for revenge? he understands how these feelings can shape a man, and men are the ones who shape nations, for good or ill. one needs only look at how sunagakure was transformed by its jinchลซriki leader since the days of the yondaime kazekage, or the changes made underneath the current mizukage, mei. the blood mist village that birthed kisame and zabuza and jลซzล has — if not ceased to exist — at least been deeply buried in her attempts at reformation. yet, amegakure, under ลnoki, has hired the akatsuki enough to satiate even kakuzu's lust for money. and so the pendulum sways.
peace can never hold. believing such is an impossible dream. for all that he was a dreamer once, he has been too long in the cold and bloody reality. ๏ผ
[Gold, land... you can't take any of those things into Death. And Sabriel's more aware than most of how the consequences of mass death can linger long after the blood has dried and the bodies have started to rot.]
Especially when others are the ones being made to pay the price.
๏ผ it is a human impulse. perhaps the oldest one — in times of resource scarcity, even distant human ancestors would eat their own to live. is that any different than killing each other over gold or arable land? โ ๏ผ
Do you have other questions for me?
๏ผ there's no mistaking her curiosity as retaliatory, and he does not mind it. it's easy to lie about anything meaningful to him. ๏ผ
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๏ผ konoha is a prosperous, resource-wealthy nation. is there little wonder the others have rallied against them? out of desperation, jealousy, a desire for revenge? he understands how these feelings can shape a man, and men are the ones who shape nations, for good or ill. one needs only look at how sunagakure was transformed by its jinchลซriki leader since the days of the yondaime kazekage, or the changes made underneath the current mizukage, mei. the blood mist village that birthed kisame and zabuza and jลซzล has — if not ceased to exist — at least been deeply buried in her attempts at reformation. yet, amegakure, under ลnoki, has hired the akatsuki enough to satiate even kakuzu's lust for money. and so the pendulum sways.
peace can never hold. believing such is an impossible dream. for all that he was a dreamer once, he has been too long in the cold and bloody reality. ๏ผ
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[Gold, land... you can't take any of those things into Death. And Sabriel's more aware than most of how the consequences of mass death can linger long after the blood has dried and the bodies have started to rot.]
Especially when others are the ones being made to pay the price.
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๏ผ it is a human impulse. perhaps the oldest one — in times of resource scarcity, even distant human ancestors would eat their own to live. is that any different than killing each other over gold or arable land? โ ๏ผ
Do you have other questions for me?
๏ผ there's no mistaking her curiosity as retaliatory, and he does not mind it. it's easy to lie about anything meaningful to him. ๏ผ
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[Sometimes, good sense can actually prevail. Not always, but often enough.]
No. [Sabrie's mouth quirks up into a wry smile.]
So you can go back to asking me. Or we could just enjoy the tea.
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he, at least, is content to carry on in easy, companionable silence. ๏ผ