[Gently, his face pinches, and he turns to look once more at the flowers. The fingers of his only hand still tingle from having touched it. Perhaps it's the memory which really tingled.]
The dead are dead. Returning only complicates the lives of the living. [His right arm shifts beneath the cloaked jacket. Most people unsheathe a sword across from the opposite side, but this one is drawn from the same side of the wielding arm. Sasuke does it effortlessly, but the movement flourishes the cloak open and parts it away.
The sleeve on the left is limp and free. He's missing an arm.
It doesn't even look as if he's budged. All that happens is the tops of a long row of flowers separate from the stems and fall to the ground. After a moment or two, new flowers emerge again from the severed stalks.] Burning may not work like you think it will.
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The dead are dead. Returning only complicates the lives of the living. [His right arm shifts beneath the cloaked jacket. Most people unsheathe a sword across from the opposite side, but this one is drawn from the same side of the wielding arm. Sasuke does it effortlessly, but the movement flourishes the cloak open and parts it away.
The sleeve on the left is limp and free. He's missing an arm.
It doesn't even look as if he's budged. All that happens is the tops of a long row of flowers separate from the stems and fall to the ground. After a moment or two, new flowers emerge again from the severed stalks.] Burning may not work like you think it will.
I can try.