I didn't say it wasn't. [His own lack of docility, he means, but—no. It still is, because he is circling the cage in anticipation of the punishment that lies ahead. And he cannot seem to escape it. Not in the Netherworld, not here. If he thinks about it in the context of his own penitence, perhaps this is the least he deserves.] ... Never mind.

[So he is pointlessly angry. Somehow, it's worse to know another person feels similarly, because it threatens that tenuous corner in which he has put himself, apart from everyone he's encountered in the resort so far. Few faces, fewer names.]

For what reason? Are you hoping we will become familiar? [Sasuke turns abruptly because there is no exit, not without using force or jutsu and he can't risk it in his current state. Back to his locker, a hand begins retracting his own items, yanking on the nondescript sweatshirt, dark head poking through the neckhole in vicious one-handed tugs of fabric. Water bottle under the arm; bandages in hand; towel over shoulder.] You should keep your distance from me, whatever you are.

[That tainted aura still lingers in the Rinnegan's superior sight.]

Under the ulterior influences of this place, I will be dangerous to you.

[He won't make the mistake he did before. Laurent—who is likely gone forever, and who bitterly hated him to the end.]