[Konan is in the garden. It's night and the rain is cut with lightning. Murmurs of thunder wander in the background. The trees around her sway in the wind
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[She is still relaxed from the previous night. Her manner is more at ease. It's this lack of tension that has allowed her to be able to raise this issue, in fact.]
It's not so cold out here. And I like watching the lightning storm. It reminds me of you. Natural forces. [A gentle shrug.]
[And then a long pause, her eyes down.]
I think about him. Not all the time. I try not to think about him. But...
[Frowns.]
I don't know what to do with it all. I don't know if I hate him or love him. He left us. He died for us. Would he approve of what we're doing now? We act in his name.. but we never talk about him.
[She shakes her head slowly.]
He haunts me. Not literally. His memory does. And I've been dreaming about him.
After all -- [ a hint of darker feeling creeps into his voice ] -- he saw to the demise of his own ideals, didn't he?
[ Normally, Nagato would not be keen on discussing the long-dead past, but it has been a rather relaxing series of days . . . and everything is going perfectly right now, so he is in an unusually accommodating mood. ]
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[ Wistfully. ]
It is like home again.
But you should come inside. You could fall ill.
[ And then, a thoughtful pause. ]
Him?
Really?
What about him?
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[She is still relaxed from the previous night. Her manner is more at ease. It's this lack of tension that has allowed her to be able to raise this issue, in fact.]
It's not so cold out here. And I like watching the lightning storm. It reminds me of you. Natural forces. [A gentle shrug.]
[And then a long pause, her eyes down.]
I think about him. Not all the time. I try not to think about him. But...
[Frowns.]
I don't know what to do with it all. I don't know if I hate him or love him. He left us. He died for us. Would he approve of what we're doing now? We act in his name.. but we never talk about him.
[She shakes her head slowly.]
He haunts me. Not literally. His memory does. And I've been dreaming about him.
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Well, he has been dead for a very long time.
And his ideas were not valid.
After all -- [ a hint of darker feeling creeps into his voice ] -- he saw to the demise of his own ideals, didn't he?
[ Normally, Nagato would not be keen on discussing the long-dead past, but it has been a rather relaxing series of days . . . and everything is going perfectly right now, so he is in an unusually accommodating mood. ]
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Even so. We owe a debt of ideology to him. And our lives. Both of us. We're here because he died for our survival.
[A look of strain passes over her face, but her hair has fallen down and shadows one eye now. Obscuring her expression somewhat.]
Yes. He killed himself. I would have preferred... that he stayed. His life was worth more than getting rid of Hanzou.
Nagato. The truth is? Sometimes I...
[Hate him for it.]
...am angry with him. [Sighs.] No. The truth is. Sometimes I... hate him for leaving us.
[She exhales slowly. Now, it's been said.]
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