[ Upon arrival Sasuke found the pieces of plastic and metal inserted into his body to be intrusive and repugnant. In truth, he still does. But he'd withstand that sense of violation a hundred times over in return for the ease with which they allow thoughts to be communicated from his brother, more appearing before his eyes than he could've ever anticipated. It feels like blood-letting, and for him to be allowed to bear witness to it also feels like acknowledgement. ]
Shisui?
[ The name is thought immediately, and the voice he hears in his head is that of a child. Of a scared seven-year-old hearing of his relative's passing and seeing through the cracks that that death had eaten into his brother's very fiber. How much was he suffering? How much did Sasuke not see, kept awake by his anxieties over shapeless shadows he didn't realize hid far, far greater monsters his brother tried to keep at bay? He thought he knew now, that he was finally aware of the truth, but even now he realizes how deep his ignorance really is. ]
You don't need me to reassure you that our family's history isn't something I'd give out without reason.
What you do need me to tell you is that his guilt either way is not a factor in any decision I make, and it shouldn't be in yours. You were fighting a battle I didn't see, and I will never fully understand what you experienced. In the same way, you won't understand what I experienced, and how much I would've shouldered for a chance to know the truth.
If he were uninvolved it would be simpler. But he isn't, and this rift will only grow. You trust his character... and so do I. Hearing what you have to say only reinforces that.
There's still so much I don't know about what you experienced.
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Shisui?
[ The name is thought immediately, and the voice he hears in his head is that of a child. Of a scared seven-year-old hearing of his relative's passing and seeing through the cracks that that death had eaten into his brother's very fiber. How much was he suffering? How much did Sasuke not see, kept awake by his anxieties over shapeless shadows he didn't realize hid far, far greater monsters his brother tried to keep at bay? He thought he knew now, that he was finally aware of the truth, but even now he realizes how deep his ignorance really is. ]
You don't need me to reassure you that our family's history isn't something I'd give out without reason.
What you do need me to tell you is that his guilt either way is not a factor in any decision I make, and it shouldn't be in yours. You were fighting a battle I didn't see, and I will never fully understand what you experienced. In the same way, you won't understand what I experienced, and how much I would've shouldered for a chance to know the truth.
If he were uninvolved it would be simpler. But he isn't, and this rift will only grow. You trust his character... and so do I. Hearing what you have to say only reinforces that.
There's still so much I don't know about what you experienced.