#Accidental Ornithology

[shirohige-pirates]

Accidental Ornithology

Teaser excerpt

Thanks to @kazieai and @icy-spicy for putting my brain on this - but here’s a little snippet from the first chapter.

It’s a modern Mafia AU that makes use of the Grand Line Metro I’ve used in other stories. Unlike the other four titles this one exists stand alone. It’s not directly part of the AU so much as it just utilizes the setting.

Looking back in front of yourself you realize the path was not as empty as you needed it to be.

Two tall men in really nice suits stepped into view. A blonde who had a hair style that probably only worked for him specifically, and a brunette with the puffiest pompadour hairstyle you had ever seen were talking amongst themselves. If they weren’t day traders, they were probably part of a Family. The suits looked to be bespoke, and the shoes; those shoes weren’t on display in a store, and custom shoes often meant money more than a nice suit did.

“Sorry mister!” You shout, not wanting to slow down any more than you needed to. The blonde’s eyes went wide, though not by much. You were left with the distinct impression that he could’ve moved out of the way if he wanted to.

Instead, you effectively body check him, using him to slow yourself enough to scramble down the path.

“Hey, you brat!” The brunette yells and you wave your hand.

You turn on your heel and bow deeply, before turning back around and taking off. You didn’t want to yell out another apology and give yourself away before you darted down another alley, and so the brief bow was all you had available to risk.

[quinloki]

Please please please please

I would literally die and love you so so much

Marco birb jokes are top tier xD

I'm already trying to figure out how to work it into Accidental Ornithology because honestly if I'm going to use that in ANYTHING it couldn't be more fitting in something with that title.

I was already considering a bird watching angle at some point for the sake of the title (so it's associated to more than just admiring Marco >.> ) so this is just more motivation to that end XD

[thatsbelievable]

[awkwardbirdsdreaming]

You thought the starlings were done? NO! Here's the starling rainbow finally put together :D

And if you want to know the species, here is each bird linking to their eBird page: the Bali myna (CR), the rosy starling, the golden myna, the emerald starling, the greater blue-eared starling, the violet-backed starling and the common/European starling.

I guess this replaces the bird-of-the-day for today?

Because starlings are amazing and incredibly diverse as a family, here's some more cool looking ones that couldn't fit into the rainbow:

Superb starling (LC) image source

Golden-breasted starling (LC) image source

Wattled starling (LC) image source

Long-crested myna (LC) image source

Indian pied starling (LC) image source

[nerds-books-n-worms]

My favorite thing is when media and stuff has characters from animal species that experience sexual dimorphism, but obviously don't put enough research into it and just end up accidentally putting gay/trans rep in their stuff

You go, you gay little cardinals!

(For context, female cardinals look like this)

[thatshadowgastwhore]

The thing about Tim Drake is that you can write any niche skill you need to him because he was an unsupervised genius child with access to a limitless credit card, devoid of any sense of self preservation. Odds are, if you need any character to have a Skill™️, Tim can have it, either because his parents wanted him to learn it, or he just…decided he needed that skill and took it upon himself to learn it.

You want Tim to play violin? Now Janet loved violin so he learned it to gain her approval. To do ballet? Yeah, he thought it would be a useful disciple for chasing bats, same with gymnastics. Expert fencer? He convinced his parents to get him a tutor. Learned a niche language or two or several? He was a bored genius child who hacked into college level classes, now he speaks Polish, and Tagalong, and Farsi and-, Need someone to translate ancient runes or dead languages? He just wanted his parents attention? Learned ancient magic? It was an accidental skill picked up from learning about his parents favorite artifacts in a bid to try to get them to take him with them on a dig. Classic car restoration? Well, Jack wanted him to have a “manly” hobby. Street racing? Well, he wasn’t going to NOT modify the vehicles his a parents bought in an attempt to show love through gifts. Lock picking? He wanted to be just like Robin. Forensic science? Duh, he’s a super fan of the world’s greatest detective. Field medicine? Well, he can’t go to an actual doctor with the scrapes and injuries he gets while trailing the dynamic duo. Ornithology? He had to pretend he meant he was really into robins, the bird, one time to avoid explaining that he meant he actually knew Robin’s patterns and schedule and not the regular bird, and decided he had to commit to the bit until realizing he actually did have an interest in birds. Tarot? Fortunetelling? Just another way to use his stalking tendencies to keep the social elite on their toes.

Like, maybe not all at once but whatever your thing is, that can also be Tim’s thing, with literally no effort needed to justify it. Barely even an AU. Tim is whatever you want him to be

[mosticonicbirdcallbracket]

Hey! So, I just discovered your account and I LOVE it!! I want to learn more about birds as they seem so interesting, which bird should I first learn about?

this is a wonderful question! there's a few different places to start.

for me, my favorite birds & the first ones i learned about were the ones local to me! this obviously depends on where you live haha. a good place to start would be googling which birds live in your country/state/region/county/etc.

there is an app called merlin from the cornell lab of ornithology that's REALLY useful for figuring out what birds are near you. if you see or hear a bird you don't recognize, you can record its call or take a picture of it, and the app tells you what it is. :) i'm plugging it here because i recently downloaded it and i LOVE it haha.

i love using wikipedia to read about birds :) there are also blogs like @todaysbird that post pictures & fun facts about birds!

i think the most important thing is, if you see or hear about a bird you think is funny or cool or cute, look it up! there's bound to be something interesting about every animal you hear about, no matter how common it is.

i'll finish up by linking a few articles on birds that i thought were really interesting, since people might appreciate it:

scientists taught pet parrots to video call each other—and the birds loved it

wikipedia page on alex the parrot, a pet african grey parrot who was the subject of a study on how parrots copy words & sentences from their owners

juvenile bird accidentally breaks record for longest non-stop flight on its first attempt

if anybody has any articles, resources, blogs, etc. that they'd like to share, feel free to do so! i'd love to see what people have to share.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Sorry if I've missed it, but have you ever posted about what zee did when women were supposed to be in the house and not working?

Oh, I haven't! This is one of those fascinating parts of life where class, an ideal of women, and reality clash. She has more restrictions but she'd start clawing at the walls if she wasn't doing something. Her brother's restrictions are based on either their or Arthur's preferences, and she has more issues but women have never just sat at home without a purpose. Working class women always worked, middle class and upper class women were encouraged to prioritize children and home but many engaged in charity works or other 'proper' activities in the public eye.

Zee has a very practical personality. She wants to play rugby, shear sheep, plant her garden. She has vines, birds, and bees to tend. She likes hiking, driving, baking, canoeing. She has degrees. She has worked as a civil engineer, a sapper, an agricultural technician, a vitner, welder, and a mechanic. She'd much rather have been a sapper for most of the wars rather than the nursing positions she often found herself in but she was still active in that sapper role and others. That ideal of women not working really is strongest in the upper classes where she was educated and partially socialized in because often, class could balance sex, gender and ethnicity to give her a much needed leg up. Jack can much more easily indulge in his image of his working class culture than she can. So she has to walk a fine line. But she's involved as hell.

I can't say he was a good father, but if there was a category in which Arthur didn't 400% suck it was that he had her extremely well educated. One of the reasons Alasdair and Arthur both are so fond of her is while Matt never had a head for numbers and Jack would get distracted, Zee would observe and ask questions in her lessons or even just watching them at work. When other father's will comment to their daughters 'no one wants to marry a blue-stocking' Arthur will snort and say something about how his Eleanor is too treasured to be handed off to some inbred baron so and so anyway. And she won't ever marry, but even with Arthur's benevolent-sexism she still needs to move somewhat carefully. Arthur didn't care about her grades as much as he did say Leon's, but there was still a line too far for her. Appearances had to be kept up. Even when Zee graduated from Oxford in 1892, she wasn't given a proper degree as women wouldn't be permitted those until the 1920s. And even when she had her accomplishments, she didn't do much with her degree in the 1890s. She got the right to vote in 1893 and discovered bicycles, fencing, sex and other activities instead of a calling at first.

It's not until a new level of respectability and professionalism is granted to imperial nurses by the Boer War that she enrolled in nursing school. New Zealand was the first country to register its nurses and hold them to a certain standard of education. So her life was fairly long slog of playing to respectability politics. From teacher, to nurse, then in WW1 when the British army banned Anzac nurses from administering anaesthetic, they accidentally left out New Zealand nurses in the wording so several Kiwi nurse-anaesthetists were trained. There's also social work, flight, child development, and surgery after that. The first New Zealand engineers were trained in England, and it wasn't until 1965 that New Zealand graduated their own but once they did, I can see her studying that, conservation, ornithology and other things with Arthur probably funding several of them to keep her in his life, as the British government handed out grants and incentives to keep the Commonwealth invested in British institutions. But she's busy. She won't just sit around even when she can, it's just not how she's built.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Ornithology

by Willow_Wept Bruce sobers up; he goes to the counseling sessions Alfred recommended; he stops running from his grief, and instead lets himself feel it. He lets go of his anger, and accepts that the sadness will never truly go away. Maybe one day he’ll be okay. But for now, all he could do was be. ~~ Damian al Ghul suppressed the urge to fidget with his hands. He’d done it. He’d rung the doorbell. Any second now it would swing open and he’d enter his new life. OR: How therapy and fatherhood can change a man. Featuring: Reverse Robins! Words: 2067, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Other Character Tags to Be Added, as they show up - Character Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, You get the gist - Relationship, evryboddys here Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, its the batfamily come on, Accidental Baby Acquisition, tfw you have a long lost son, & he sends you on a spiral of self improvement, Batkids Age Reversal, Older Sibling Damian Wayne, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Good Older Sibling Damian Wayne, Good Parent Bruce Wayne via https://ift.tt/2R5B0Xx

[celluloidrainbow]

O OLHO MÁGICO DO AMOR (1982) dir. José Antonio Garcia & Ícaro Martins In São Paulo, suburban girl Vera Maria Gatta finds a job as a secretary at the Society of Ornithology Friends in Boca do Lixo. Her boss Prolíxenes is absent most of the time, leaving Vera bored in the office, but one day, the young secretary accidentally finds a peephole in the wall through which she can see the room of the alluring and mysterious Penélope, a prostitute. Vera starts spending most of her time snooping through the hole, fantasizing and watching Penélope with her clients or her gigolo. (link in title)

[natidraw4fun]

Nati or Dr. Nati is a person who is currently working as a researcher in the field of genetics. Her main job is to identify mutations, recombine genes, combine different genes, and much more. Natalie is responsible and very tenacious, I mean she will finish what she starts no matter what. She wears a harpy skull mask and a dark blue bandage because of her chemical burn scars. She also has tattoos of bones on her neck, chest and shoulders.

Her past is unknown to anyone. Natalie does not like to talk about her childhood and/or all the stories related to her past. She is reserved, and has a calm and smooth voice, she rarely raises it or shouts at anyone. When she does, she becomes passively aggressive and may accidentally offend someone, but fortunately she has a so-called "stopcock". Natalie's biggest trait is her excessive seriousness and stoicism. When talking, she may look emotionless and even unimpressed, but in fact she is quite sociable, cheerful and lively. It is also worth noting that Natalia has a problem with trusting new people, so she needs time to get used to them and start trusting them.

Main traits.

-It is very difficult to make her angry. Even those who have worked with her for a long time cannot do it.

- Despite her main work, she is still fond of ornithology.

- Her hair turned gray due to stress after an incident in a chemical laboratory.

[fshoulders]

Accidentally hit “suggest content label” on a post with an AI-generated video of fake birds labeled “birdwatching” etc. as if real. I hope Tumblr doesn’t mind the mistaken report. But also I mean if there WERE a content label for Ornithological Misinformation, I wouldn’t complain! 🤣

[quinloki]

I can’t stop thinking about it, Quin🥺 can you give a crumb of Mafia Au!Marco? Just a crumb? A quick flash? What’s he like😭this been eating at me since yesterday lol

Mafia AU Marco wears tailored suits.

He has extensive Phoenix motif tattoos and scars on his body that speak of a life that should’ve ended decades ago. He has a reputation for being immortal.

The tattoos hide some of the scars and tattoo covering makeup up hides the flames that crown the back of his head when he’s out and about.

He smokes and there’s rumors that when he exhales cigarette smoke there’s flickers of teal flames mixed in with it. His soft blue eyes have flecks of gold in them, and he jokes he keeps his eyes hooded so he doesn’t enthrall some sweet thing straight off the streets and into his bed.

The beloved eldest son of Edward Newgate, he’s believed to be next in line for the Family, but those in the know, know better. He’s helping lift up the next generation and intends to retire in a couple years.

Thatch teases him for being too uptight, that if he wasn’t so married to the Family he would’ve found a pretty thing to settle down with a decade ago. Marco reminds Thatch they’re the same age, and he’s also single, and that usually buys him a moment’s peace.

[quinloki]

This was one-half of the inspiration for Birds of a Feather, and I even used it to make some "cover" art for it.

Gods I just love Marco - it took me a while to get there, but I'm so got at this point there's no going back.

And at first I thought it was the similar-age thing or, that he just looked so good "older", but thank you Wano, cause it's really just a sort of Start-to-finish kind of deal.

And now I have two multi-chapter stories waiting in the wings once Birds of a Feather is done. A Mafia AU (Accidental Ornithology) and a Canon Divergent kind of fix-it (tentatively Little Ladrona) because I just need more of him in my life, and if I gotta write it, so be it.

(That said, I'm taking recommendations. >.> )

They let him have a slightly *different* outfit and I'm living for it <3

[gelastocoridae]

This week on Wildlife Rehab:

- why are there so many flickers and why does this one hate hands ow ow ow ow ow

- every runt finch holding the rest of their groups back was put into their own little Misfit cage, lovingly dubbed " :) " in hopes of getting them to finally grow

- oldest teen sparrow leads a crew of 4 other Cool Teens, meets 4 awkward tweens, says "is anyone gonna adopt those?" and doesn't wait for an answer

- seriously, I saw her trying to gather nest materials (with no suitable place to put them) and actually spit up a mealworm and gently feed it to a vaguely younger-looking sparrow

[electrasev5nwrites]

Until Death You Do Part 2/2

CHAPTER 2

Tobirama eyed his brother over dinner, but he couldn’t see any signs of anything troubling. He had cleaned up the bodies while Kawarama had been bothering the staff about dinner. It was a traditional omakase menu with dishes he didn’t exactly recognize. He wondered how much this would cost the Senju, but it wasn’t a negotiable cost.

He scolded himself for letting his mind wander away from the troubling incident. Kawarama was chattering about the food and the other diners and the nice servant girl he’d met. 

There was nothing at all in his manner to indicate that he might have deliberately poisoned animals to watch them die.

‘And if he did…’ Tobirama struggled with his sense of disquiet. It wasn’t- it certainly wasn’t normal. But neither was it a specific taboo. Overall, it was less impactful than taking a human life. And perhaps it had been an accident. No one had ever taught Kawarama about ornithology. He’d died much too young to pursue education beyond the shinobi arts and literacy. He might have accidentally fed them something that they could not digest.

“Kawarama,” he interrupted.

There was a flash of… something in the little boy’s eyes. Then he blinked and it was gone. “Niisan?”

“What did you get from the kitchen?” At the blank expression Tobirama clarified, “What did you feed to the birds?”

“Senbei,” Kawarama chirped. “Why?” He tilted his face up. The X scar on his face stretched when he smiled. “Birds always like crackers.”

Rice crackers… “Plain?” Tobirama asked. 

Kawarama shook his head. “They were really salty,” he said, scrunching up his nose. “Too salty for me. But the birds really liked them!”

Tobirama relaxed. That… that explained it. “Salt is not good for birds,” he educated. “In future, do not give such treats to birds.”

“Okay,” Kawarama agreed easily. 

With the issue solved, Tobirama felt a bit more secure. They would leave the next day. He told the staff so and ignored the way that they shrunk away from him. Civilians were so fragile and sensitive. He meant them no harm, but they were often frightened by his presence.

He explained the years that Kawarama had missed. His brother listened solemnly, nodding and not offering much input. “I know some of this,” he offered, when Tobirama paused. “I watched you two, sometimes.”

Tobirama paused. He considered his little brother.

‘Does he know that we killed Father?’

If he did, there was no sign of fear or anger. Then again, Father was the one who had wasted Kawarama’s life. And if he had been watching from beyond the grave, he must have understood why they had done it.

“I see,” Tobirama said after a long silence. He inclined his head. “Do you have any questions?”

Kawarama hummed. “Just the one.” He blinked up at Tobirama. “Why this sacrilege?”

That was not Kawarama’s voice.

Tobirama recoiled. “Sacrilege?” he repeated.

Kawarama blinked rapidly three times and then tilted his head. “Sacri- what?” He honestly seemed confused.

“You said that you had a question,” Tobirama said slowly, cautiously. He didn’t understand. 

His little brother shook his head. “No.” His high voice was sweet and childish. “I don’t think so.”

Tobirama silently determined that they might stay another day or two after all. In the morning, he tracked down someone to inform of the change in plans. It was difficult to find a staff member to tell. They were all hiding, for reasons explicable only to the hospitality industry. Perhaps they were very busy with cleaning up after breakfast.

When he got back to the room he sniffed on reflex. He thought… Tobirama frowned and looked for Kawarama. “Did you injure yourself?”

“No.” The child was playing with the kunai that Tobirama had left for him. “Why?”

“...There is no reason.” He shook his head. He probably had not smelled blood. Or if he had, it was from the kitchen where they were butchering whatever was for the next meal.

They went outside that day, to the great library. Kawarama ran among the stacks like the small child that he was, whooping with joy that the civilian behind a wooden desk did not appreciate. Tobirama gave the man a stern glare to dissuade any commentary. Tobirama lost himself in books that he had no chance to access at home, and he kept half his attention on the way that Kawarama flitted around, occasionally hefting children’s books of mythological tales.

Dinner was a subdued affair that night at the guest house. Tobirama blinked around the dining room and realized for the first time that all the other guests were gone. 

Perhaps there were fewer servants because there was less need with only two guests in residence. 

‘Won’t the next nobles arrive in short order?’

It seemed odd, but it was not his business. He put it out of mind and turned his attention back to Kawarama as he picked up a wavering slice of some fatty meat and chomped down.

Tobirama blinked. He’d smelled pork, but the cut wasn’t one that he recognized. Something was subtly different about it. He took an experimental bite and let out a pleased sound at the complex flavor.

Kawarama eyed him and smiled. “It’s good, isn’t it?” He asked. His eyes crinkled. He seemed almost proud for having been the one to try it first. 

“It’s very good,” Tobirama agreed. He ate more of it. They would have to find out what cut it was. He almost felt he could not live without it. The taste lingered on his tongue.

The next day, they left for the clan compound. Tobirama was quiet, internally working through how he would explain the turn in events. Everyone would be shocked to see Kawarama, yes. Of course they would. They must be reassured that he was truly there, not an illusion or other trick, and that he was safe. He was working through his words when a flicker of familiar chakra burst into his range.

He stopped for a moment, blinking. It was probably time to give Kawarama a break from running regardless. He did not seem tired, but children were like that.

“Cousin Toka,” he said for Kawarama’s benefit. “I feel that she is coming this way. Perhaps she had a task.”

“Perhaps she’s wondering why you are late to return,” Kawarama pointed out with a giggle. “She was always bossing you around. She’s missed you.”

Tobirama blinked. 

He had forgotten that childish phase in their relationship. It was not an inaccurate characterization of how Toka had acted when they were very small. But it had not been true for more than a decade. “Toka is my closest friend,” he said, instead of explaining how things had changed. He wasn’t wholly sure of the turning point in their relationship. It had been a fact for so long that he was startled to remember that they had once had a fractious relationship. 

Kawarama made a sound of comprehension and then began to look excited. His eyes sparkled in the gloam of the forest. “Ne, niisan.” He bounced. “I want to see her!”

“We will meet her,” Tobirama agreed easily. She would be the ideal person to first reintroduce to Kawarama. She was level-headed. Surely she would be able to help him. He felt his own thrill of excitement that he would get to show her his magnum opus, the only success that had ever mattered.

It wasn’t long before she touched down into the clearing. “Tobirama,” she started. Then she saw who was with him. Her face went white. She didn’t move.

“Hello,” Kawarama chirped. “Do you remember me?”

“No,” she said under her breath. Toka took a step backwards. “It cannot be- demon, get back. Tobirama, come to me.”

Demon?

“That’s Kawarama,” Tobirama explained defensively. He gestured. “I have been working towards this for years.” The look she gave him was full of horror that he did not understand. “I revived him- I healed him,” he rephrased, stumbling now. He didn’t understand the way she was reacting. Even if it was a shock, he was so small. Kawarama’s head didn’t reach much past Tobirama’s elbow. Surely she could see that he was harmless and sweet.

“Tobirama.” her voice broke. “What have you done?”

“A very good question.”

Tobirama couldn’t breathe. The voice was back, deep and somehow split into multiple registers. And it was coming out of Kawarama’s mouth.

“You are blind, mortal, and a thief.”

His heartbeat was rabbit-fast.

The person who was not Kawarama, not fully, was looking at him. He wondered how he hadn’t seen this truth before. They smiled with Kawarama’s sweet face. “I have decided your punishment.” He prowled forward. “It won’t be for you,” he promised sweetly. His breath was coming fast, excited. “Your brothers- this one, when I take him back. The child. And even the one that yet walks- you have sentenced them on your behalf for this sin.”

“Get away from him!” Toka had found her courage within anger. She unleashed a wind jutsu that flung the thing in Kawarama away. It hit a tree with a wet, sickening thunk.

“Toka.” He clung to her courage. Tobirama took a shuddering breath. His eyes were wide and going dry because he’d forgotten to blink.

A wail cut the air. Kawarama began crying, high and childish. He looked up at them with big wounded eyes that began leaking tears. “Cousin Toka?” He sounded bewildered and hurt. “I don’t understand. It hurts. You hurt me.”

She gritted her teeth and raised her sword as she walked over to him.

Tobirama grabbed her arm. “That’s him,” he cried. “That’s Kawarama now!” His heart was breaking.

Kawarama slashed at her with the weapon Tobirama had given him. Toka cried out and fell to one leg. She tried to protect herself but Tobirama’s grip on her arm was too strong. Horrified, he leapt backwards, dragging Toka along with.

It laughed. Kawarama’s body stood with a waver. Light glinted off of inhuman eyes. It grinned at them. “This is Kawarama? No. He is rotting,’ it purred. “Falling apart. That’s what’s true for Kawarama.” It indicated the body it was wearing. “This shell is a lie you tell yourself. I am putrid, niisan.” 

The sweet, childish cadence on the last word put an iron grip around his heart. Tobirama couldn’t move. He only watched as the thing wearing Kawarama let the boy’s genuine fear crawl forward. This was why he’d been deceived, he realized. Kawarama was genuinely revived. He just wasn’t alone. Tobirama cried then and there, tears streaming down at what he’d done.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped. Tobirama hit his knees. “Don’t punish my brothers, please.” He bowed until his forehead hit the ground, more servile and lower than he’d offered the Daimyo. He meant it this time. “I was foolish and arrogant. Please let him return to rest.”

Toka let out a cry. Tobirama looked up in time to see her fall, clutching at her chest.

“Hmm. You are humbled now.” The god of Death looked at him and it smiled. “But I don’t think that I will.”

He opened his mouth to argue and then- and then-

Kawarama’s head simply fell off. The body dropped to the forest floor, limp. Empty. Victorious.

“Brother.” Hashirama landed on the clearing, face white with emotion that Tobirama couldn’t process. “What did you do?” His voice shook. 

Tobirama could only cry.

Toka made a little sound that caught Hashirama’s attention. He rushed over to heal her, fluttering in anxiety and talking rapidly to push back the horror that had to be addressed later.

Tobirama dragged himself over to the body on his hands and knees. He gathered it up onto his lap. It didn’t bleed, even split like this. His seal had worked very well to make it solid, though. He rocked it, shook with grief. 

Tobirama had a lot less freedom, going forward. Toka never met his eyes again. Hashirama forbid his techniques, and he used a ridiculous amount of his leverage and favors in order to smooth over all the awkwardness of the dismembered servants at the guest house. 

Tobirama bowed his head to it. He focused only on killing Uchiha, as was good and proper. He was walking dead himself. There was no hope anymore. Not even hope of reuniting in the afterlife. He had ruined even that.