Is this real?

Am I here?

Is this another trick?

The world is blended together.

The colors mesh into one blended blob.

It's the same.

I can't reach out my hand.

I wonder if they care.

Would they care if I died? Or would they celebrate the death of the Shikaku reincarnate?

Would my father have been proud of me? Or would he have been ashamed of his 'son'?

Maybe Temari and Kankuro would care.

But then again maybe not.

I was and am still the demon container.

They would never have trust in me.

Does my village care that I am gone? Or do the celebrate my failure?

The world is blending together now.

The walls melt into the floor and shapes meld together in gray mass in my vision.

The chakra is leaving me.

I can feel the pain.

But... the Shikaku...it's...laughing at me.

I wish someone would come.

I'm scared...I'm scared...I'm SCARED!

I don't want to die.

I'm going to die...I'm going to die...I'm going to DIE!

The mass is gone.

And my world goes black.