[The eyes coax a lingering look from Itachi, a passing interest, their color unusual enough for notice. He'll need to accustom himself to these divergencies in the people of this shared, dreamed space. Another dimension, a realm within a realm, one he does not expect to wake from. The rest of Qrow's appearance is taken in and noted, otherwise: at last his gaze levels on the sword, then drops away.
If this man was a threat to him, he would know by now. The crawling unease not to be recognized for who he is won't leave Itachi soon.
That proposal, however...]
So you suggest we pretend.
[If he had the emotional capacity to grimace, he might. Yet the idea is practical. He can't deny that.]
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If this man was a threat to him, he would know by now. The crawling unease not to be recognized for who he is won't leave Itachi soon.
That proposal, however...]
So you suggest we pretend.
[If he had the emotional capacity to grimace, he might. Yet the idea is practical. He can't deny that.]
We have the same goal, then. [Ugh.] Very well.