Here he was, giving Tobirama an out, and he didn't take it. He told the truth, he shamed himself in front of his brother, and Izuna couldn't help but look away. He didn't want to watch that. That was a private affair between the two brothers, and he felt like an unwelcomed fly on the wall. Regardless of the fact that this was about him, about his entire existence, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should be anywhere else at the moment.
"'Created me'?"Izuna muttered, annoyed by phrasing. "Your ego makes you sound like a god; stop that. You designed a jutsu that tried to right the wrong you did so long ago. That is more accurate."
And even Izuna's phrasing was kinder than it should have been. It wasn't broke the laws of nature, cheated death, or anything of the sort; no, this was a jutsu to fix a mistake. This was something right, something righteous, something proper. Surely, they had to understand that.
Maybe Hashirama wouldn't let Tobirama send him back. Maybe he would recognize the fact that he was person, and to kill him again would be cruel. Maybe this was the best choice.
Or maybe Hashirama would order it because he was an abomination of life, of existence, laughter in the face of the gods.
He couldn't die like this. He couldn't.
"It doesn't matter how--" It did, of course; it certainly did, but he wasn't about to say as much. "--but I'm here now. I'm alive--" sort of "--and you know that if my brother finds out that you knew about this and didn't tell him, that if you killed me again, there would never be any hope of him coming back. He would never forgive you."
Tobirama was a rock, immovable by water, but maybe Hashirama might be a better option. Or rather, his only option.
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Date: 2015-10-03 04:28 pm (UTC)Here he was, giving Tobirama an out, and he didn't take it. He told the truth, he shamed himself in front of his brother, and Izuna couldn't help but look away. He didn't want to watch that. That was a private affair between the two brothers, and he felt like an unwelcomed fly on the wall. Regardless of the fact that this was about him, about his entire existence, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should be anywhere else at the moment.
"'Created me'?"Izuna muttered, annoyed by phrasing. "Your ego makes you sound like a god; stop that. You designed a jutsu that tried to right the wrong you did so long ago. That is more accurate."
And even Izuna's phrasing was kinder than it should have been. It wasn't broke the laws of nature, cheated death, or anything of the sort; no, this was a jutsu to fix a mistake. This was something right, something righteous, something proper. Surely, they had to understand that.
Maybe Hashirama wouldn't let Tobirama send him back. Maybe he would recognize the fact that he was person, and to kill him again would be cruel. Maybe this was the best choice.
Or maybe Hashirama would order it because he was an abomination of life, of existence, laughter in the face of the gods.
He couldn't die like this. He couldn't.
"It doesn't matter how--" It did, of course; it certainly did, but he wasn't about to say as much. "--but I'm here now. I'm alive--" sort of "--and you know that if my brother finds out that you knew about this and didn't tell him, that if you killed me again, there would never be any hope of him coming back. He would never forgive you."
Tobirama was a rock, immovable by water, but maybe Hashirama might be a better option. Or rather, his only option.