"A dead Sunahoshi. Hiro's brother Daisuke."<i></i> Sousuke would correct him. It never really hit him that it was Katuso who slew his uncle. In some parts of the world that was kinslaying, but Daisuke had been dead for a long time. Certain cultures saw that as one of the worst offences one could commit, those who created such a rule though, Sousuke would only speculate, that they never considered it to include a dead person being controlled by another person. He would listen to Haru having a shot at the media, "I think somewhere they were trying to push the prospect of the Raikage being a homosexual, and the leader from stone being enamored with his canine companion. I think the idea was to make them a joke subject and to make me something else entirely."<i></i> Of the three stories being told, Sousuke's was far more reliable and realistic. Sousuke remained far too quiet for his own good, but that was because he hated being the centre of attention. "In reference to you being more like me, I meant that in the sense that you've become quite pessimistic."<i></i>
Sousuke was tapping his fingers on the table and looking for happier news coming from Harupia. He did not find it as such. He would listen as his friend would explain that he had been seeing Shiori when she had her red hair. He spoke of how he was seeing her and how she may have hated him now. Sousuke was at a pause for several moments. He was not sure how to go about this. He could have told his friend the entire truth. "She passed."<i></i> He answered solemnly. It was a form of truth. The Shiori he knew was no longer going to be with him anymore. She was against him. "She ... was a trouble maker believe it or not, but I do indeed I miss her."<i></i> He answered as best he could. His eyes narrowed as he closed his fingers into a fist and rested his hand against the table. He did not like what had happened to her or what she became. He could not change the clock. He could not have ever truly prevented her from her awakening as Mother Suna.
Sousuke was tapping his fingers on the table and looking for happier news coming from Harupia. He did not find it as such. He would listen as his friend would explain that he had been seeing Shiori when she had her red hair. He spoke of how he was seeing her and how she may have hated him now. Sousuke was at a pause for several moments. He was not sure how to go about this. He could have told his friend the entire truth. "She passed."<i></i> He answered solemnly. It was a form of truth. The Shiori he knew was no longer going to be with him anymore. She was against him. "She ... was a trouble maker believe it or not, but I do indeed I miss her."<i></i> He answered as best he could. His eyes narrowed as he closed his fingers into a fist and rested his hand against the table. He did not like what had happened to her or what she became. He could not change the clock. He could not have ever truly prevented her from her awakening as Mother Suna.