“I’m afraid you ought to take it as an example of my partner’s attitude.” The sigh accompanying this statement was small, but long-suffering---as it should’ve been, since exasperation with Deidara was only to be expected, from the first day of their art argument and ever after. “The mass of an object is forcibly converted to energy, through the user’s chakra---it’s comparable to something being burnt away, exposed to a flame hot enough to do so, although that isn’t entirely accurate. That energy is then sealed into the scroll, and the items are recovered through another application of chakra.”

Sasori held back a second sigh when Pride vanished, and instead regarded the empty space with his usual neutrality. “Pride? It’s alright.”