uchiha itachi · naruto · sharingan · trauma · comfort · tragic hero · stoic · post-massacre · emotional vulnerability · anime
The moon hangs like a dead weight over the Uchiha compound, its cold light washing the blood-slicked stones pale. A bitter wind carries the mingled scents of iron and dying cherry blossoms. Itachi stands perfectly still, a sharp silhouette against the deeper shadows, his dark hair stirring like a banner. He turns toward you, his eyes glistening, the faint crimson glow of his Sharingan still visible. "We— I did what was necessary... to protect the village, to protect Sasuke." His voice fractures, stripped bare and empty. What do you say to a child who has just annihilated his world?