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Log 01

Subject: Naruto Uzumaki


I can't believe it. No one can. We were so blinded by his endless optimism and too-good-to-be-true outlook that we failed to see that in the end he is just as human as the rest of us.

Kyuubi's healing is wasted on him now. He's lost an arm and a leg on the dextral side of his body, and he's burning up. His demon is all that is keeping him alive.

Why him? He's only twelve. Only twelve.

He had his whole life ahead of him. I can't even look at him in his state; unmoving, unfeeling. Like something just stole the life right out of him, and he's hollow now. I can almost hear the wind whipping in him.

He went too far and crashed too hard. He's always playing the hero. Why does he? He doesn't owe us anything. It's the other way around.

Sakura has taken to staying at his bedside into the darkest hours of the night, and Sasuke hasn't left the training field in three days.

Naruto Uzumaki. What have you done to us?

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