For years, the telltale cloak did much to hide his gradually worsening condition. At the very least, it kept anyone from getting close enough to find out. But it was impossible to hide now, face to face with the father he both loved and killed.

Itachi's skin was pale. His hair was dull and limp. The lines on his face gave it a more sunken appearance, making him look even thinner than he was.

"I have been watching over Sasuke... and the village. From within the Akatsuki." he replied softly. His breathing was labored as he spoke, but he tried to hide it. "That is, until I found myself here."