Discussing Shisui's health is suddenly the last thing he cares for. His concern doesn't waver - of course not, but hearing words like those from his best friend's mouth is like pouring water over a roaring fire. This is the fate they are stuck with. There is no other reality, and clinging to anything is pointless. Being here is like a second chance, and yet cruel torture at the same time for the both of them.

Dwelling on all of this is needless, and although they are no strangers to pain and suffering, the addition to the inevitable by their own hand feels much worse. Not that it makes it any easier to move forward.

"If you don't care for hunting and training, then I suppose it doesn't matter how badly hurt you are." Spending time together, wasn't that what they'd decided to do to make the most of this? The longer Shisui was injured, the less opportunities they would have.