How long has it been since they’ve BROKEN the silence? Since they’ve allowed themselves to linger in pleasant sound… Despite the somber sentiment that comes with his question, it’s a lot better than the USUAL ARGUMENT over art ( despite his persistence in promoting his passion ). He stops kneading the clay within his hands and turns his attention to the other. At first, he extends a confused expression; was he really not aware of how he came to join this shit-storm of a team? But then again, most around him probably did him a KINDNESS and kept that moment quiet… It was an ATTACK against his EGO, but it also served as motivation to become better and to make every member mourn for MOCKING him. He casually crushes earth, letting the quiet consume them once more… One would think he was going to simply ignore the inquiry, but he can’t… Regardless of what the other has to say, he will EXPOSE himself.
❝ I didn’t JOIN, yeah. They FORCED me. Only reason I’m still here, only reason I went so easily… Is because I wanna BLOW UP that fucking Uchiha… ❞
He leaves out the dirty details for a reason. He knows the other already underestimates him, but could he even survive a SECOND under that morbid man’s illusion? The CROW made death seem less delightful. He would rather meet the hands of an IDEAL reaper, rather than the one who tried to snuff him out in the shadows. That alone awakens ANIMOSITY, but he knows better than to act on rage when trying to appear more palatable. So instead, he continues speaking… But if one were to really hear him, they swear they can feel the VENOM dripping along every letter.
❝ But I was just as BAD before I got here, yeah. The reason for that? Ha… Man, all I care about is ART. I got nothin’ to lose… LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG. Was never given a reason NOT to follow the wisdom of those words. Say what you want, my man… People have more of a reason to FEAR a someone who’s STOPPED CARING. ❞
truth be told, sasori hadn’t expected such a tirade to come spewing from his partner’s mouth. thirty seconds in and deidara was sapping the puppet master of any desire he’d scrounged together, to continue living. live fast, die young. what a stupid ideology. if you simply blew through life with the speed of a thousand suns... you would miss out on many important details, or chances. now sasori recalls why he rarely engages deidara in a genuine conversation: it exhausts him more than his own miserable existence does in a single day.
nevertheless the expression on his eternally youthful face never shifts or twitches as the blond continue his rambling declaration of war on uchiha itachi. when this brat faded from the world of the living... the only few people who would mourn him were konan and pein ( out of loyalty to their titles as self-proclaimed LEADERS ). no other members of this god forsaken group would mourn the loss of a single egotistical child.
( sasori opts to keep this knowledge to himself, however ).
❝ your only motivation to excel in this organization is just so you may take yourself and uchiha itachi out in a blaze of glory? ❞
this is all he says after several extended moments of silence. sasori is facing deidara completely by this point, head up, brown eyes staring into bright forget-me-not azure ones.
❝ hmph. i suppose for someone like you that is an acceptable reason... ❞