It's for the greater good, Minato argued, and Kushina, weren't she so weak, would spit at that. It's so easy to propose a life of solitude for a mere boy who would be cursed with being seen as a monster when you've never experienced that loneliness.
It's so easy to claim it won't do him any bad, that you trust the boy that was born a few scarce hours ago. It's so easy to say everyone will love him for the sacrifice they've made. It's the hallmark of someone who never experienced the inherent loneliness of being the only one of a kind.
Kushina bit her tongue. The baby in her arms squirmed, still sticky with residual blood.
Don't you trust him? Minato asked, and Kushina thinks: I do, I just don't trust the people. How is she supposed to know they'll treat him like a hero, like a saviour? When faced with the unknown, people isolated the odd one out, and her son would be it.
The Fox inside her moved, already getting out, and as Kushina felt blood filling her lungs, she knew she had no other choice than to allow her son to suffer.
She kissed the crown of his head, and was unsure if the taste of copper in her mouth was from his skin or from her ailing body.
I'm sorry, she muttered. It's for the greater good.
