***

The cave was easy enough to navigate around since it had be a makeshift hideout since Sasuke joined.

Torches were hung to the side to allow bare minimum light to walk around. But since it was were few little  prisoners were kept, the decency for any humanity and compassion to be shown was degraded to none.

It hadn't bugged Sasuke since it was none of his business what Madara and the copycat got up to in their spare time.

However, since he began to think of dragging sakura along the pavement rather than carrying her, he notices the sharp jagged rocks that peak from the sides and floors, and its unsteady groundings.

And thinks otherwise. Since she was already in bad shape as it was, he could barley recognise her. Pink hair now matted down to a more dulled tone, dirt patches clung like second skin and cuts and bruises all over. Truly, similarities to her younger self were slimming even further.

He forrows his brows.

That's none of his concern, though.

He only needs her for one reason.

Whatever shaped her into who she is now, was none of his business to pry into.

But damn it, why was he over thinking so much?

Getting pissed for having no answer, Sasuke slightly raises her body from falling off his shoulder and back, and then sets off.

***