Art is something that endures the test of time beautifully and gracefully.
What's the point of something that disappears as soon as its born?

Even connected by blood ties as we are, I won't feel a thing if Grandma Chiyo here dies. My heart... is just like this body. Of all the hundreds and thousands I've killed so far, she's just another one of them. It's that simple. Sasori

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