[ That had been some time ago ... not even long since he'd joined the Ximilia crew. ]
I met him once, in the sunlight room. We didn't talk for that long but I didn't know he was from your world.
[ But it is something of a reassurance to know that the memory of dying or being dead isn't what Itachi came to the station with, especially when that could have easily been him too had things gone really badly back home.
And there were some pretty close calls.
More than that, he genuinely does hope for the best for his friend. Because after a year slowly getting to know him, to fight alongside him, and to share in each of these missions together, they are friends. Shang-chi wouldn't even say he's got many of those. ]
It was not something either of us were inclined to advertise.
๏ผ itachi has never seen the point in being particularly secretive about what he is, and the barest amounts of what he can do. but then — he is accustomed to a certain level of notoriety. when one's face, name and life story are spilled across the pages of a bingo book, accompanied by a considerable reward for kill or capture, one learns very quickly that privacy is a tool to be wielded like any other, and discarded when it ceases to suit you. his reputation's preceding him allowed him to avoid situations that would have otherwise lead to a fight. few people want to face the sharingan, and fewer still a man so ruthless as to have murdered his own kin.
ximilia is, in point of fact, the first time in a decade that people only know what he has told them.
it's a strange, ephemeral sort of freedom. one that is still new enough to be precious to him. ๏ผ
He was from a point some three years after my death. Though he was not aboard the Ximilia long — I was grateful to learn what followed.
๏ผ whatever else happened. kakashi's war, the destruction of konoha, all the deaths — sasuke lives until at least nineteen. ๏ผ
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[ That had been some time ago ... not even long since he'd joined the Ximilia crew. ]
I met him once, in the sunlight room. We didn't talk for that long but I didn't know he was from your world.
[ But it is something of a reassurance to know that the memory of dying or being dead isn't what Itachi came to the station with, especially when that could have easily been him too had things gone really badly back home.
And there were some pretty close calls.
More than that, he genuinely does hope for the best for his friend. Because after a year slowly getting to know him, to fight alongside him, and to share in each of these missions together, they are friends. Shang-chi wouldn't even say he's got many of those. ]
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๏ผ itachi has never seen the point in being particularly secretive about what he is, and the barest amounts of what he can do. but then — he is accustomed to a certain level of notoriety. when one's face, name and life story are spilled across the pages of a bingo book, accompanied by a considerable reward for kill or capture, one learns very quickly that privacy is a tool to be wielded like any other, and discarded when it ceases to suit you. his reputation's preceding him allowed him to avoid situations that would have otherwise lead to a fight. few people want to face the sharingan, and fewer still a man so ruthless as to have murdered his own kin.
ximilia is, in point of fact, the first time in a decade that people only know what he has told them.
it's a strange, ephemeral sort of freedom. one that is still new enough to be precious to him. ๏ผ
He was from a point some three years after my death. Though he was not aboard the Ximilia long — I was grateful to learn what followed.
๏ผ whatever else happened. kakashi's war, the destruction of konoha, all the deaths — sasuke lives until at least nineteen. ๏ผ