Why... why...
Why did he care so much about that idiot?
Staring intently at Zaku's hand, wrapped tightly in bloodstained bandages, Dosu's brow furrowed deeper and deeper. Yet an indescribable look of confusion surfaced on his face.
Yes. After the anger he felt at being unable to stop his thoughts, Dosu's heart was now filled with confusion.
He had been born into a dark world. From the moment he became aware, he had lived amid deception and schemes. For food, for survival, his hands had already been stained with blood back then. That was precisely why Orochimaru had taken notice of him.
By his usual principles, even if he would not take pleasure in another's misfortune at a time like this, he certainly would not sympathize with Zaku. Much less feel something that seemed suspiciously like concern for him.
Dosu could not figure it out.
Honestly, if he still needed Zaku later on, then of course he would worry. But that concern would only be because Zaku concerned his own life. At that point, Zaku would be his talisman, and he would worry about Zaku for his own sake. Like before, during the second test, when facing Second Pillar—because Zaku and Kin had been necessary. With them around, they could at least serve as shields. Especially someone like Zaku, who was impulsive and loved showing off in front of Orochimaru. He was practically the best shield for hiding Dosu's true strength. That was why he had fled with them then.
But in the current situation, he no longer needed Zaku or Kin. The order to pressure Sasuke did not require them either.
Moreover, Kabuto Yakushi had made it clear that the strongest member of their three-man team was needed to pressure Second Pillar alone. A one-on-one fight would more easily