//adrenaline was the only thing that made the Zetsu mask okay. I think the  mental trauma that ensued after Rin’s death dulled Obito’s affect to the point where he was able to accept that which normally terrified him. There was always the edge of horror, I think, to feeling something so close against his face, closing in, pressing down. Every moment would have felt like dying.

What matter, though, in a world already dead? A mask was nothing–instinctive animal fear was nothing–compared to the prospect of an endless, perfect dream.