[ Silence hangs heavy in air already thick with fungal spores and the detritus of floral rebirth, each breath in filling his lungs to capacity faster than it feels they should. Is he imagining it? Is it the compression of his own chest? "Anxiety" and "stress" are words allowed only to civilians, not to shinobi, and the rare spikes of panic he's experienced under Orochimaru's gaze or when subjected to Obito's callous revelations aren't something he lets himself entertain here.
It's almost easier when Itachi starts speaking, revealing to him something so unbelievable that at first he's unsure how to respond. His first question โ why? โ is answered by his claim that things would remain the same in their world. Not even necessarily because Sasuke believes they should, as that's a lesson he's learned but not worn well, but because he can't imagine his brother seeking any kind of happier resolution for himself. ]
And this power... thisโ [ He falters uncharacteristically, eyes chancing upward at the meteor tearing through the sky above them. It's surreal, in part because it's a reality inside Tsukuyomi that he hasn't experienced firsthand. ]
Whatever the source of it was, it's what resurrected you. That's how you were available to LILITH, and how they were able to continue to use you in the same way. [ Without his own realization or conscious awareness, the hand at his side has curled into a fist. ]
๏ผ a single word, yet there are tomes of possibility within it, written in blood ink. a dark gaze flickers to sasuke's hand, the curl of his fingers in against his palm. his brother's reaction to emotional turmoil is violence, always violence — and itachi knows that is no one's fault but his. ๏ผ
However, it is equally possible that... an individual I came to call a friend has sent me here, intending to safeguard my life from its inevitable end. Or that it was done to give me an opportunity to speak with you.
๏ผ that last conversation they had, before the final mission began... yes, it would not surprise him to learn that this is viveca's hand at work. ๏ผ
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It's almost easier when Itachi starts speaking, revealing to him something so unbelievable that at first he's unsure how to respond. His first question โ why? โ is answered by his claim that things would remain the same in their world. Not even necessarily because Sasuke believes they should, as that's a lesson he's learned but not worn well, but because he can't imagine his brother seeking any kind of happier resolution for himself. ]
And this power... thisโ [ He falters uncharacteristically, eyes chancing upward at the meteor tearing through the sky above them. It's surreal, in part because it's a reality inside Tsukuyomi that he hasn't experienced firsthand. ]
Whatever the source of it was, it's what resurrected you. That's how you were available to LILITH, and how they were able to continue to use you in the same way. [ Without his own realization or conscious awareness, the hand at his side has curled into a fist. ]
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๏ผ a single word, yet there are tomes of possibility within it, written in blood ink. a dark gaze flickers to sasuke's hand, the curl of his fingers in against his palm. his brother's reaction to emotional turmoil is violence, always violence — and itachi knows that is no one's fault but his. ๏ผ
However, it is equally possible that... an individual I came to call a friend has sent me here, intending to safeguard my life from its inevitable end. Or that it was done to give me an opportunity to speak with you.
๏ผ that last conversation they had, before the final mission began... yes, it would not surprise him to learn that this is viveca's hand at work. ๏ผ