Kurama

Deidara shouted with feverish passion, "As long as my art is shocking enough! Grand enough! As long as the world remembers it forever and it leaves the boldest mark on history!"

"Then what does it matter if I die?! Yeah! My art is my life, and my life exists to create the most dazzling art! To end at the very instant my art reaches its peak—that's the perfect ending!"

"Bullshit!"

Sasori, usually so calm, slammed the puppet part in his hand onto the floor with a harsh clang!

For the first time, he showed such obvious emotion in front of Deidara. Even his cold voice rose sharply:

"Listen to me, Deidara! Human life is the most precious, most irreplaceable thing in this world!"

"Once you're dead, there's nothing left! No feeling, no thought, no creation! Being remembered—is that what you're after?

That's nothing but comfort for the living! To someone who has ceased to exist, it means nothing!"

"Eternity? Once you've lost your very existence, what the hell does eternity mean? No matter how great your art is, if you can't see it or feel it anymore, then for you, that's the absolute end. Zero!"

"Only while you're alive can you keep creating! Witness more! Have limitless possibilities! Do you understand that, you explosion-obsessed idiot?!"

Deidara flinched at Sasori's sudden outburst, but he immediately stiffened his neck and shot back, "Sasori! You're the one who's turned into a pile of scrap metal! Art that captures eternity in an instant is true art!

"Turning yourself into a puppet to chase your so-called eternity is just fooling yourself! Without the warmth of flesh or the passion of life, that eternity is nothing but a cold, rigid specimen! Yeah!"

"But my art! It may be brief, but at its most glorious instant, it