（ ultimately, it changes nothing. sasuke has to decide for himself what amorphously held-beliefs will shape his future, itachi cannot hand them to him. the issue, he realizes, is that sasuke has no idea how to be. he acts as if there must be a greater motivation, a greater reason than simply love alone to have left him alive. because to think that it was only that is horrifying, one soul weighted against hundreds. does he want to hear that itachi wished him to carry on the clan? to have children, to fall in love? would that be a purpose sufficient for him, some milestone worth reaching?
did he even recognize the irony, in his claim of accepting that he would live with a burden for the sake of someone else?
itachi takes up his cup before sasuke can loose the leash of coiled rage and do something drastic, closing one hand around it. his nails are a pleasant, matte colour, like the night sky as the velvet black gives way to predawn blue. it is an uchiha colour, subtle as a knife. ）
I knew you would suffer. I knew you would be alone. I knew my actions would deprive you of the chance to ever know normal again. It was selfish of me.
（ it was selfish, foolish, it was wrong, and ultimately he would do it again. he would relive the massacre a thousand times over if it meant sasuke was granted one more day. even this, being in ximilia — he clawed himself from the grave for sasuke's benefit and wellbeing, and he recognizes all too well that by being here he is yet again dismissing his brother's autonomy, changing his life in ways that he will never trouble himself to answer to. ）
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（ ultimately, it changes nothing. sasuke has to decide for himself what amorphously held-beliefs will shape his future, itachi cannot hand them to him. the issue, he realizes, is that sasuke has no idea how to be. he acts as if there must be a greater motivation, a greater reason than simply love alone to have left him alive. because to think that it was only that is horrifying, one soul weighted against hundreds. does he want to hear that itachi wished him to carry on the clan? to have children, to fall in love? would that be a purpose sufficient for him, some milestone worth reaching?
did he even recognize the irony, in his claim of accepting that he would live with a burden for the sake of someone else?
itachi takes up his cup before sasuke can loose the leash of coiled rage and do something drastic, closing one hand around it. his nails are a pleasant, matte colour, like the night sky as the velvet black gives way to predawn blue. it is an uchiha colour, subtle as a knife. ）
I knew you would suffer. I knew you would be alone. I knew my actions would deprive you of the chance to ever know normal again. It was selfish of me.
（ it was selfish, foolish, it was wrong, and ultimately he would do it again. he would relive the massacre a thousand times over if it meant sasuke was granted one more day. even this, being in ximilia — he clawed himself from the grave for sasuke's benefit and wellbeing, and he recognizes all too well that by being here he is yet again dismissing his brother's autonomy, changing his life in ways that he will never trouble himself to answer to. ）
What other 'goal' do you imagine of me?