The consciousness field Rasa had attached to the gold dust had long since received the memories of his consciousness from the Impure World Reincarnation.
Thus... seeing Gaara as he was now with his own eyes stirred profound feelings in him.
"Gaara, I've heard how you've been doing. That boy named Sasuke told me..."
"Sasuke...?"
Sakura wasn't surprised, but Neji was stunned, growing more confused by the moment.
Gaara's expression darkened. "So your grave really was dug up to use you for Impure World Reincarnation..."
Rasa was overwhelmed with emotion. "That boy really is extraordinary. Of the five of us there, I was the weakest, but with just a clone, he utterly defeated me in the field I excelled at most. Remarkable. The ninja world really does keep producing new talent..."
Sakura grew furious as she listened. Lavishing praise on his son's peer right in front of the child he's wronged—even if he's praising Sasuke-kun, I can't feel happy about it. Rasa, you really never change!!
Gaara listened quietly, neither joy nor anger on his face. After all... once he grew used to disappointment, he stopped expecting anything. That was probably all it meant to stand face-to-face with his father. Besides... his father was already dead. What clung to that mass of gold dust was his "consciousness," and that consciousness... would vanish completely once the Magnet Release chakra dissipated.
He stood facing that man now instead of sending a wave of sand crashing over him to see him off purely because they were father and son. It was simply what duty demanded.
Looking at Gaara's indifferent expression, Rasa folded his arms. "It seems you really do harbor hatred for me that you can't let go of. Say it all while you have the chance..."
Amid the windblown sand, Gaara remained silent