That was the worst part.
Not the shock.
Not the helplessness.
It was loving them too soon.
Naruto wasn't just "Dad."
He was the man whose story this soul had once admired from a distance.
Sakura wasn't just "Mom."
She was strength, brilliance, and tenderness all at once.
Boruto watched them with adult eyes trapped behind infant tears.
When Naruto rocked him to sleep, Boruto felt shame bloom in his chest.
I don't deserve this.