Thanks.

[It came as soft and weak, a far cry from the usually domineering and loud young woman she is. As much as Ino doesn't want to remember what she saw, she can't leave Riku in the dark. He can't comfort her when he doesn't know what's been bothering her. That just seems very unfair.

So when she finally sits on the edge of her bed, thankful that his hand's on her shoulder for support, Ino braces herself.]

Shikamaru got sent home before the draft... [It's a good thing she's a ninja, master of keeping emotions in check, but her voice still wavers.] And when he came back, he's from the same time as Chouji. They're both from the war.

It still hasn't happened to me, so you can say they're from my future. Since we're in the middle of a war, there were casualties.

[This is where she stops because it's now getting difficult to fight back both her tears from falling down and her voice from cracking.]

One... One of them is... [She just can't say it without sounding strong.] my father...