Everyday Kakashi lived with regret. Reassurance never felt like enough at times. What could he have done to prevent Saskue from leaving? Could he have really saved Rin? Why wasn’t he enough for his father? What if he shoved Obito out of the way in time? What if he had been stronger, could he have aided Minato?

No one ever said the life of a shinobi would be easy, but for a child? No child should have ever experienced the loss that he did as such a young age.

At night sometimes he’d lay awake in bed, wondering what could have been different if he had done something else, or changed what he said.

Kakashi sat up in his bed staring blankly at the wall across from him, as his partner began to stir in their sleep. They grumpily opened their eyes and mumbled “Why are you still up?”

Kakashi turned his head and shrugged slightly.

“Just thinking, nothing to worry about.”