“Deidara faces the explosion without so much as a wince. Thisis what he was waiting for, but there’s a melancholy to it that he doesn’t expect. Like Sasori’s exposed. Vulnerability on him comes hand in hand with hysteria and rage. “You’re getting yourself worked up because you let yourself get a hand job? What do you expect, to feel nothing all the time? You can’t be an artist without feeling. You of all people should know that.”
