I understand what you're saying, and if it was one of my friends, I think it'd eat me up. That they'd think they don't matter, to me or anybody else.

[It's part and parcel of having a powerful, mythical, nine-tailed fox sealed inside him- as much physical damage as Naruto's endured and everything it's meant to live life as a shinobi, he has absolutely no scars to show for it.

He catches Bolin looking, gaze flicking up to his face, but he knows he's missing something- some thought, some piece of conversation, that he hasn't figured out yet. Something tightens in his shoulders, and Naruto turns his face away.]

But it isn't like that. I know that I matter.

But I can't slow down, Bolin. There are too many things I have to do.
There's too many people depending on me.