"... You're not making any sense, Mother," He was still in her arms, resting his head against her chest before almost hesitantly hugging her again, "Is there something else about... About that night? Something I don't know?"

It hadn't even occurred to him, and the thought almost made him sick. Just the idea that something else was in play, that mother and father had let Itachi kill them... It made sense, but it didn't. And, for the first time since it had happened, he was questioning it.