Uchiha Rui
Her name echoes in Chiari's mind all day, haunting her much louder than normal. Her mother, one of the numerous ruthlessly slaughtered that day, was lost to her forever in everything but memory. She wonders whether or not there was a memorial to those lost, a grave, something she could visit if she ever felt courageous enough to return. She wouldn't. Coward. Idiot.
It's not like she could have done anything, even if she hadn't been all but returning from the dead several lands away. She would have been another body to be dealt with, another sorry excuse for a shinobi who could do nothing to prevent the inevitable destruction.
Thinking like this is like spiraling down the drain and she tries to fight the sensation of drowning most days but today it threatens to consume her and she lets it. One day won't hurt. Somewhere at the bottom of this glass was an escape she would continue to chase the rest of the night while the noise of this secluded bar clamoured around her.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom.