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Sasori looked into his grandmother’s eyes as he leapt forward. Her eyes reflected the image of a broken man, one people would believe was lost to the world of insanity, had been picked out by the devil’s hand before birth, to be one of the unlucky few destined to be born into sorrow, grown up in sorrow, and have a death filled of sorrow. Just the same way, he guessed his own eyes mirrored the emotion of the old, gray haired puppet master, that look that told him she knew the one truth, just as well as Sasori did. The truth that made their eyes fill with uncertainty, fear for what came next, and yet, understanding. It had already bee