It felt natural. 6 months of confusion and casual silence felt normal.

That night was the same as the last, just looking out the space outside your room, the damage of the recent Great Shinobi War slowly recovering, even if most of the villages were semi-damaged due to a certain tailed beast, and rabbit goddess.

The Rabbit Goddess. That damn goddess.

She couldn’t leave your head, you never met her, yet you felt comfortable with her in your head, like someone experiencing the most comforting and silent breakdown the human psyche could handle.

But you’re fine. You aren’t in pain.

You won’t die.

You won’t die.

”Snap out of your trance. You won’t die.”

…That mark on your left palm, you don’t know what it is. You had nothing to do with her, yet she chose you. You had no clue why she’s there, in your own psyche, your own palm, a reminder that you’re no longer alone, and never will be as long as she’s there. As long as Kaguya is there, you’re never going to be alone.

You’ve never felt less lonely. An odd thought coming out of your subconscious.

“You had nothing to do with my re-sealing.” She wasn’t wrong. You could call yourself a nobody and a stranger, and still, you happened to be caught in her sealed webs. “Nor my death. You weren’t the cause, but you were the closest during the spot of where I was re-sealed. Your Chakra was faintly there, and we connected.”

…strange.

What to do, you wonder? You can’t think of anything.