❛ Everyone’s immortal until they’re not. ❜
eyes perhaps too perceptive, too old for the young face that holds them, regard the other with a solemn sort of understanding. with loss as a constant bedfellow, it is hard to remain soft. even she, who loves so freely and so fully, has not quite kept at bay the creeping despair. at times it abates, can be pushed aside, but none are free of this burden. none who lead this life truly are.
the life of a shinobi can be both fleeting and terribly short, often cut to the quick with tragedy and suffering. this is the underlying truth of it all: to serve it to give fully of oneself, even after death. there is no room for fear of it or indecision.
❛ th-the first time you realize it is the worst. after, it gets a little ❜ easier is a misnomer, a lie. ❛ you aren’t so surprised the next. ❜ / @kayomic
