[Temari nods once. It's different. So very different.] Sound turned on us. There's nothing left of Sand. Gaara... [is a monster.]
Be glad he's not here.
[And subject dropped. Temari turns her attention to the journal embossed with her name. She's still glancing at Shikamaru. For a moment, she's silent but then she just can't help but ask. The question is abrupt.]
How do I know you? [Why are you, of all people, somehow familiar, Konoha?]
no subject
Be glad he's not here.
[And subject dropped. Temari turns her attention to the journal embossed with her name. She's still glancing at Shikamaru. For a moment, she's silent but then she just can't help but ask. The question is abrupt.]
How do I know you? [Why are you, of all people, somehow familiar, Konoha?]