[It's interesting to listen to Cy talk about himself this way — as it is a demonstration of the extent of a mind that goes beyond the boundaries of one single life, that is greater than one man in regard to lived experience. It is like Cy has worn many identities for the sake of survival, one long mission endured across the universe.

Sasuke, however — stops at that last remark. He is in the middle of rooting around behind him for a towel to clean between his legs, if he's not getting fingered, because the stickiness is starting to annoy him. But that derails his thoughts entirely off a cliff.]

Tseng? [There is more he wants to comment on, but this rises up first, most prevalently.] He's not — I mean, he's so different from you. [Here we go again.] So, perhaps you're right. It did surprise me.

[Then why did he think of Itachi? That particular revelation will happen another time.]

I was sensitive to the lack of emotion you were displaying. I know it was... role play, but it felt cold. [His true trigger, in the face of years puzzling out his brother's feelings toward him, before and after.] Is there a way you prefer acting?