"I couldn't, but I've never been good at playing that kind of game. It pisses me off." It also made her sad.

He'd have his work cut out for him getting her to sleep. It'd be a while yet before she crashed, if when she inevitably did, she'd crash hard.

Her hand jerks, then stills again, part of a greater reaction to anything she doesn't expect. Sakura hadn't expected contact. Right now she expected it from nothing less than what she fought, or what was needed in order for someone else needing to stand or be taken out of immediate danger.

Support's new to her. Way too new. "People I grew up with." It sounds hollow, not enough of an owning of who they were, and so she clarifies. "My parents. It was fast."

Not fast enough for them to fail to recognize her, but fast enough they hadn't... exactly... suffered. Sakura knew the advantage of that sort of death.