I can’t. I refuse to lose another friend to hatred. I’ve already lost Sasuke, I can’t lose Sora too. No. Not again. I’m not going to let Sora fall into that pit, the pit of revenge. It might be too late to save Sasuke, after what he’s done, but it’s not too late for Sora. He’s just like me. Lonely. Afraid. He doesn’t know who to trust or even how too. I have to save him. Maybe if I save him, I can somehow save Sasuke. Maybe I can save myself. We’re all alike. We have to stand together, because no one understands. No one gets why we are like this. We’re just misunderstood. We want; no we need some kind of friendship. We need to be recognized. No families. No love. Our comrades distrust us, so how can we fight? How can we fight for something that doesn’t even want us? I’ve been lucky. Somehow I’ve been accepted. Accepted by Kakashi, Tsunade, Juraai, Shikamaru, Kiba, Choji, Sakura. And it’s wonderful. I want Sora to know how this feels. How the feeling of acceptance can change your entire outlook on things. I’ve accepted him. Now all he needs to do is realize that. Realize that I’m just like him. Realize that I’m his comrade.
