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[ zuko rolls his eyes at what he perceives as pointless speculation, and he reheats his tea with a hiss of steam, letting sasuke consider his own butchering of madara. he'd normally tell sasuke to let it go, but. you know.

fuck madara, seriously. ]

... Madara and my father could've met.

[ as he sips his tea

dwell on that, dude ]

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