It would be so very easy to take his Sharingan for himself. Kabuto can't help but regard the way his eyes move beneath his eyelids, those all-powerful eyes. Forget the Byakugan; the boy who was so determined to watch everything would sooner destroy his own eyes than let someone like Kabuto have them. But this one... as near-blinded as he seemed to be sometimes, Kabuto was certain he could find a way to reverse it. Even implanting just one...

Take the Sharingan for himself, and defeat Orochimaru-sama. Now there was a thought. His lips curve slightly in what might be a grin as he lightly touches the other man's temple, just gently providing enough stimulant to wake him without alarming him overmuch, even as his other hand traces the lines of infection within his body. "Uchiha-san, can you hear me?"