[The lack of eye contact gives her pause, more so than the actual words he uses. Quietly, Konoha listens to his explanation, tries to make sense of it. So... he lost his eye and the arm in the fight, but because of demon blood they'd grown back... but now, with that demon gone...
She thinks she gets it. Enough to change how she holds his hands, allowing her to slide her thumb along the edge of his withered hand. It was somewhat disconcerting to feel, seeing his other hand and knowing it should feel the same way, having felt that very same hand warm and comforting along her belly the last time he'd visited, but...]
So you can't feel this? Or see out of that eye anymore?
[He'd done it to save his sister. It's not like she could say that the price wasn't worth paying. Not like she couldn't say that she wouldn't give the same, or more, if it meant saving her parents, her husband, or the children she hoped to bear.]
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She thinks she gets it. Enough to change how she holds his hands, allowing her to slide her thumb along the edge of his withered hand. It was somewhat disconcerting to feel, seeing his other hand and knowing it should feel the same way, having felt that very same hand warm and comforting along her belly the last time he'd visited, but...]
So you can't feel this? Or see out of that eye anymore?
[He'd done it to save his sister. It's not like she could say that the price wasn't worth paying. Not like she couldn't say that she wouldn't give the same, or more, if it meant saving her parents, her husband, or the children she hoped to bear.]