Deidara remembers reading something once, a poem, he thinks.

He remembers sitting there in class thinking how stupid they were, these words that the teachers admired as something profound, and of course his stupid (filthy little bloodsucking leeches of) classmates were sucking up to the teachers and agreeing with them.

He thinks of it now as he prepares his chakra, gathering it, feeling it build and build and build and-

He thinks of those words now as his chest gapes open, stitches ripping, the wide open maw grinning as he gives a feral smile.

"This is the way the world ends

not with a bang but a whimper"

He'll prove them wrong.