[ He can't help himself. His breath is stolen, and he just stares. Taking it all in. Taking in his brother's expression (or lack of it), his appearance, the fact that he's here in front of him like this. What does he say? What does he tell him?
He still doesn't know if he can forgive Itachi, not totally. Even with the information that he has, it's still hard to forget that night. Hard to forget the horrific murder of his parents, of seeing the dead bodies of all his clansmen littering the streets of the Uchiha Compound. Hard to forget the cold sharingan that was turned to him.
Hard to forget his hate.
The typhoon of emotion continues to rage in him as he steps closer, his eyes focused on nothing but the boy before him as he tried to figure out just what he can say. Even so, at least for the time, he remains speechless. ]
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He still doesn't know if he can forgive Itachi, not totally. Even with the information that he has, it's still hard to forget that night. Hard to forget the horrific murder of his parents, of seeing the dead bodies of all his clansmen littering the streets of the Uchiha Compound. Hard to forget the cold sharingan that was turned to him.
Hard to forget his hate.
The typhoon of emotion continues to rage in him as he steps closer, his eyes focused on nothing but the boy before him as he tried to figure out just what he can say. Even so, at least for the time, he remains speechless. ]