[Sizhui isn't wrong to wonder, he thinks. Mismatched eyes scour the shelves, choosing to look around for more items he might need rather than face the other man directly — because, in that moment of vulnerability, it's harder to bear. How could anyone retain that sort of hope? An ordinary person would have given it up and accepted their fate, surely.
Moving further down the aisle, he passes off his delay of a response in the search for spices and oils. When he speaks again, his voice is a little quieter.]
Are there people waiting for you there? In your world. Is that why you won't give up? Or is it something else?
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Moving further down the aisle, he passes off his delay of a response in the search for spices and oils. When he speaks again, his voice is a little quieter.]
Are there people waiting for you there? In your world. Is that why you won't give up? Or is it something else?
[Sorry, small talk doesn't exist with an Uchiha.]