"If you really want to know that badly..." he hissed, shaking as he reached out, grabbing the back of Sasuke's head and directing her eyes directly into his.

His mangekyo spun, the images in his mind playing out for her like a horror film.

The orders, the agony, the pleas and negotiations, the suggestions that Obito just revealed and the paths he didn't take, could have taken, should have taken... The massacre. Every bloody moment playing back as he saw it. The missions, the bounties, Madara, Obito, fighting, surviving, crows, marching to his own death and blood, blood, blood, blood on his hands.

He blinked. And she was left with a pale, sunken, shaking face staring back at her.