"I don't know if I deserve this......what the Suna Elder's have in mind for me. I don't think I have the right to be the Kazekage after this...."
Gaara stared at the overcast sky. Somehow, the weather seemed to reflect his mood. At one point in his life, Gaara didn't pay much attention to his mood. He simply did what Baki told him, and appeased Shukaku any way that he could. Gaara missed the simplicity of that life, when it didn't matter if he cared about anyone. He didn't want to be that person any more, but he missed how easy it was.
"I can't go back to how I was....I don't think I could now even if I tried, but trying to hold back 'Him' is too much for me to bear any more..."
Almost as if on command, some of the sand around Gaara swirled up in an irritated fashion, as if the demon inside of him was reacting to the turbulence of Gaara's thoughts. Gaara stands up, and shouts at the sky...
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?????? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BECOME DIFFERENT IF ALL I CAN DO IS KILL!?!?!?!??!!?!?"