Sasuke placed himself promptly next to his brother looking down unsure in what to say, his displease plastered on his face. "I rather not speak... So friendly Nii-San" paused the Uchiha "is what I would have said a long time ago. I rather miss your company". The younger sibling slid his Anbu mask back onto his face "I wish... I didn't live a life filled with such lies How much do you regret your mistake I regret, not realizing my brothers intentions how naive I was"
Seeing that mask again stirred a sick feeling in Itachi’s chest that had nothing to do with his terminal illness. For obvious reasons he hated ANBU and wished that his brother never joined the order in the first place. Never did he want his brother to become a glorified murderer, much less to do so willingly.
"It is nothing you should grieve yourself over Sasuke, it was all beyond your control and part of my own design." Itachi turned his head briefly looking down at his hands. After all this time he could still see the blood upon them and it made his own blood run cold. "None of it was your fault."
