It gets old when you talk to the sun,

In a tongue understood by no one.

Can it be that I hear what he 's saying?

Is there a reason why I 'm still awake?

Obito wakes from death with pain searing through his body so hot he cannot breathe. He is on fire, every cell alight with foreign chakra that crawls along his veins like a million microscopic spiders, tearing along the tissue in a frantic fight to move, move,

MOVE

.

He wrenches upright in a panic but only half of his body obeys, the other half dead and leadened and pulling him back down like it 's still being crushed under the boulders of Kannabi bridge, still pressed on by ton upon ton of broken stone. Kakashi 's face is seared into his mind 's eye, that stunned broken look branded to the inside of his single working eyelid.