[He finds that, faced with this unorthodox situation, his interest trends more toward Sasuke than it does his own surroundings or the circumstances of the dream they're in. He notices everything — the confidence in his brother's voice, the breadth of deeper maturity — just as he'd noticed earlier the changes in Sasuke's combat skill. All of these details like a lagoon in the desert to a man dying of thirst.
Itachi can't possibly deny his younger brother such a simple request. The only trouble is deciding how to meet it without causing even more harm. He's overly cautious of that, now, what a misstep might do in this conversation; it was easier to pretend to be who Sasuke thought he was. Perhaps it still is.]
You already know.
[Because there's really nothing else. Itachi lived from point A to B, and everything in between had been meaningless.]
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Itachi can't possibly deny his younger brother such a simple request. The only trouble is deciding how to meet it without causing even more harm. He's overly cautious of that, now, what a misstep might do in this conversation; it was easier to pretend to be who Sasuke thought he was. Perhaps it still is.]
You already know.
[Because there's really nothing else. Itachi lived from point A to B, and everything in between had been meaningless.]
We fought, as I had planned.