"Then what am I supposed to do?" Sasuke cried, staring into Naruto's eyes--Bakura's--so bright it hurt to look, but he couldn't make himself pull away. He put his other hand on the hilt of the sword, trying to steady its trembling. It had been forty-seven hours since he'd last slept, and his body was feeling the effects. His vision blurred.

"Am I supposed to just--sit here and forget that they were stolen from me--that my own brother was forced to steal them from me and I can't bring them back, nothing can bring them back to me but--" His throat ached. "If I can't avenge them, then I'm useless--a fucking worthless little insect--I should have--"

Died with the rest of them. Trembling, he pointed the sword towards his own stomach.