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[bondsoflove]

 [A boy, thin and haggard, trembling. His face is drawn and pale and he's twitchy, glancing to the side every few seconds like he's waiting to be attacked. 

Considering he entered Siren's Port an hour or so after midnight, this isn't that much of a surprise.

He's still feeling a little sick, although it's as likely to be psychosomatic and aggravated by malnutrition as the actual lingering effects of the pull.]

The weather. [His illness, the things he's seen--creatures, humanoid, black holes of power. Other creatures, malformed and disgusting. He doesn't want to talk about it.] Is it always like this? 

[Cold. It's not that he's never been exposed to it, but it's a rarity. He's used to a perpetually warm climate, both from the areas he's been traveling in and his birthplace.]

Comments

[reassures]

I don't care if you have something against Konoha. I already dislike it.

[bondsoflove]

That's all I wanted.

[reassures]

What? For me not to trust it?

[bondsoflove]

For it not to be trusted.

[reassures]

Well-- you don't have to worry about that as far as I'm concerned.

[bondsoflove]

Good.

[He falls silent. He won't cut off the communication in case she has something else to say--that, and he's exhausted enough that moving his fingers to do so seems a monumental task.]

[reassures]

[He's just as annoying as ever, and generally unhelpful at holding a conversation. She offered to help - she did what Naruto would've wanted done, even if she wasn't being insistent like he would've been. She doesn't owe Sasuke anymore than that, so with nothing more to say on the matter, Nill doesn't respond.

She'll never understand how people with voices can say so little.]

[bondsoflove]

[He takes the silence as cue she's not going to respond and cuts the feed.

His head is whirling from the conversation.]