[Sasuke can't imagine it himself, to have the opportunity and the dread of knowing his own future -- whether it held success or failure. The latter would mean no option other than to fight against it, but was it truly possible to prevent the future? No -- it had to be; he had to believe in the possibility that cycles could be broken, patterns could be made anew.
His own future depended on that; and there was a strange thought to have, the notion that he had to believe something rather than simply putting one foot in front of another and doggedly forging forward on the path.]
Alright -- [Or he begins to say it, but Itachi's next words startle him into silence, a sentiment he'd entertained himself for just a breath's worth of disbelief before reality sunk in.
There's a long moment before he can find words again, expression conflicted, but his mouth is tilted at one corner into a crooked, complicated smile at the end.]
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His own future depended on that; and there was a strange thought to have, the notion that he had to believe something rather than simply putting one foot in front of another and doggedly forging forward on the path.]
Alright -- [Or he begins to say it, but Itachi's next words startle him into silence, a sentiment he'd entertained himself for just a breath's worth of disbelief before reality sunk in.
There's a long moment before he can find words again, expression conflicted, but his mouth is tilted at one corner into a crooked, complicated smile at the end.]
Yeah. We don't make a bad team.