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“It’s really you, isn’t it?”
Fusou’s voice sounded so broken, even to her. But, how else was she supposed to comprehend everything she’d learned? Her boy--her darling boy, who she loved more than life itself--had no only been alive, but had caused untold destruction and had nearly succeeded in becoming a veritable contra mundi. To hear that her son had been responsible for so much evil broke her heart, but she loved him all the same. Even if Fusou wept for what had shaped him that way, of never learning what had become of him, of thinking he was dead. Was she a terrible mother for being resigned to that? For having stopped looking? For not being there to guide him away from the gentle boy he’d once been?
Even if it wasn’t, it felt like her fault, utterly and totally.
“I’m so sorry, Nagato. I really messed up by not being there for you, didn’t I?”







