Stunned and struck cold, Itachi's black gaze falls to the stone, focusing his own feet into his field of vision. There's no blur, no red tinge. The sight he sees through now is wholly unfamiliar. For the last years of his life, he's not sure how often he ever saw the world like this: crystal clear, detailed color, void of chakra. It really is a dream.
What can he say to Sasuke? That he accepts his forgiveness? It feels too meager, too understated. It's impossible to grasp and contain or even identify his own reaction except by how it occurs in him physically - the twist of his gut, the tightness in his chest, the rounding of shoulders. As though bearing the weight of Sasuke's confession is just too much.
The minutes that pass feel long and eternal. Uncharacteristically, his composure slips... a weak fracture in his voice as he manages,] I... [then lapses back into quiet. I don't deserve that. Is that what he meant to say?
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Stunned and struck cold, Itachi's black gaze falls to the stone, focusing his own feet into his field of vision. There's no blur, no red tinge. The sight he sees through now is wholly unfamiliar. For the last years of his life, he's not sure how often he ever saw the world like this: crystal clear, detailed color, void of chakra. It really is a dream.
What can he say to Sasuke? That he accepts his forgiveness? It feels too meager, too understated. It's impossible to grasp and contain or even identify his own reaction except by how it occurs in him physically - the twist of his gut, the tightness in his chest, the rounding of shoulders. As though bearing the weight of Sasuke's confession is just too much.
The minutes that pass feel long and eternal. Uncharacteristically, his composure slips... a weak fracture in his voice as he manages,] I... [then lapses back into quiet. I don't deserve that. Is that what he meant to say?
Another attempt.]
I'm glad you're well, Sasuke.