[He has wondered before if Itachi's parents are still alive, and the way he speaks of them now makes it seems more likely that a rift exists between them only due to his leaving his village. He can't imagine what it would be to leave them behind. It's easy to hear the love Itachi holds for them in his words.]
Your father must have been under so much pressure. [He hears the echoes of Jiang Cheng's story in Itachi's father, though at least Jiang Cheng knew he'd inherit the mantle one day. (That the day had come too soon and before any of them were prepared didn't erase the fact that he had known leadership would eventually be his.) That last bit about Itachi's father makes his heart a little lighter.] He sounds like a good man.
And your mother so full of love. I'm glad you and Sasuke had her. ["Had," he says, though he has to imagine that even now with all that Itachi has done, wherever his mother is, whatever Itachi believes, she must still love him. A mother like that loves their child until the day they take their final breath, he feels it in his soul.]
๏ผ he reaches up, touches his fingers along the bone of his cheek and then drops his hand away, shrugging back into his clothing. his dark hair is unwound from its bun, and combed through with clever fingers. ๏ผ
Sasuke and I are alike in this. One could not mistake us as strangers to meet us.
[That gets a soft snort under his breath and he tries to picture it as he tugs his clothes back on, tying his still damp hair up with a red ribbon.]
What a good looking family. [He teases.
There are other questions he could ask and other subjects about Itachi's family that he's curious about, but he knows there are stumbling blocks here and he's happy not to have tripped over any of them yet. It seems a better thing to let things lie for now.]
๏ผ joking about such things is... not easy. should wei wuxian ever learn the truth — a not-insurmountable task, given their roles aboard the ximilia — he knows it will wound the man that he could not be honest in this instance. but he does not wish to harm him in the now any more than he must. ๏ผ
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Your father must have been under so much pressure. [He hears the echoes of Jiang Cheng's story in Itachi's father, though at least Jiang Cheng knew he'd inherit the mantle one day. (That the day had come too soon and before any of them were prepared didn't erase the fact that he had known leadership would eventually be his.) That last bit about Itachi's father makes his heart a little lighter.] He sounds like a good man.
And your mother so full of love. I'm glad you and Sasuke had her. ["Had," he says, though he has to imagine that even now with all that Itachi has done, wherever his mother is, whatever Itachi believes, she must still love him. A mother like that loves their child until the day they take their final breath, he feels it in his soul.]
Do you look a lot like them?
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๏ผ he reaches up, touches his fingers along the bone of his cheek and then drops his hand away, shrugging back into his clothing. his dark hair is unwound from its bun, and combed through with clever fingers. ๏ผ
Sasuke and I are alike in this. One could not mistake us as strangers to meet us.
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What a good looking family. [He teases.
There are other questions he could ask and other subjects about Itachi's family that he's curious about, but he knows there are stumbling blocks here and he's happy not to have tripped over any of them yet. It seems a better thing to let things lie for now.]
Are you ready to head up?
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๏ผ joking about such things is... not easy. should wei wuxian ever learn the truth — a not-insurmountable task, given their roles aboard the ximilia — he knows it will wound the man that he could not be honest in this instance. but he does not wish to harm him in the now any more than he must. ๏ผ
Come. I will make us tea.