[He can't move. He can't get to Sasuke, summoning Dike is useless here, he doesn't have a weapon that can even hope to hurt either the Rabbit or the Cat. The Rabbit's right - he's starting to numb to it, he's starting to numb to everything, even to the point where he plunged his hands into the guts and hearts of everyone.]
[He'd operated on his own mother and he'd been able to numb his heart to even that.]
[He really is no better, is he? His heart hurts, vaguely, but that's nothing new. It's an ache that's been there a long time, hasn't it? He can't do anything, he has to do something, he's helpless...]
[Words are useless now. Weapons are useless now. But the anger growing in his chest is familiar, even if it's refined to a sharper point now. It's not a sawblade, it's a spear. A spear of righteous anger, and he pushes against the force holding him back, straining his muscles, crying out in his heart...]
[... Nothing. Even all of his anger, which is quickly draining away... he can't do anything. And as his anger ebbs, the more vacant look in his eyes returns. Hollow. Numbness. He'll still do the right thing... but it's hard to feel passionate about... anything.]
... You win, I guess. For now.
[He wants to turn away, but he can't. If he has to accept this... he has a responsibility to at least watch.]
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[He'd operated on his own mother and he'd been able to numb his heart to even that.]
[He really is no better, is he? His heart hurts, vaguely, but that's nothing new. It's an ache that's been there a long time, hasn't it? He can't do anything, he has to do something, he's helpless...]
[Words are useless now. Weapons are useless now. But the anger growing in his chest is familiar, even if it's refined to a sharper point now. It's not a sawblade, it's a spear. A spear of righteous anger, and he pushes against the force holding him back, straining his muscles, crying out in his heart...]
[... Nothing. Even all of his anger, which is quickly draining away... he can't do anything. And as his anger ebbs, the more vacant look in his eyes returns. Hollow. Numbness. He'll still do the right thing... but it's hard to feel passionate about... anything.]
... You win, I guess. For now.
[He wants to turn away, but he can't. If he has to accept this... he has a responsibility to at least watch.]